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12 January 2012

Jonah

Jonah
The wind tugs at my memory
Some half forgotten murmur
Of the wilder country
Of forbidden places
And ancient curses
.
The whale that swallowed Jonah
Swallowed me as well
But the whale got sick
And turned me loose
I’ve been loose ever since
Except when I was screwed
Tighter than a drum
.
I’d rather be the devil
Than be that woman’s man
We did the dog – bitch thing
Smiling like it was a virtue
With no inhibition or shame
And no sense of joy
The sex was good
But the karma was bad
.
I learned what it feels like
To become a beast
My face is fluid now
It can take any form
Angels and demons
Dance across my surfaces
Tumbling through my void
Twinkling like children
In the summer of my daydreams

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1 comment:

  1. Seemingly irrepressible howls of our wolves...

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