Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Horsed

That, that little spinner,
ooooooooh, yep. AH!
Flick it up over that there fence.
The spiny fence, a fence of arms.
Sweeping in at me like a beating wave,
tackle tackle, twist tall,
competitive eh?
Sweep!
Chew them.
Arrange your fingers in the dough of persistence
Lick lapper.

Lost
Fickle
Headboard
Dark

Roaming lift.

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