THE LIFE THAT LENT ITSELF TO POETRY, AND FELL OFF ETERNITY'S TREE.
Tony Mochama, "Underwear Grows Old"
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
dying man's wish..
Ghost purge And bludgeon my soul They whip and lash me As they dance around me Getting an erotic high As they move me closer to hell I whine Amidst my bloody tears And wish I was subliminal in her arms.