4 February 2012

Entertaining Angels

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Fervex vixens bite bigger boys
Drawing blood in the afternoon
It’s playtime for playthings
In the naked arena of boredom
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Cast offs and casualties
Graze like bovine cannibals
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There is an exclusive club for punk bitches
Who never hold back
Because there's never enough
And a gourd full of anything
Is better than a handful of nothing
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Fill your fists – this is unarmed combat
For the lonesome and amorous
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The last of the Casanovas
Coughs and rolls over
His syphilitic root
Burns in his conscious erection
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His truck stop girls
Never satisfy his ravenous infection
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It’s the game of life
Dog fuck dog
Bitter candy
Dished out by strangers
.
The casualties of love
Dance alone
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6 comments:

  1. What a piece! I read it ten times and still crave it. Its so fearsome, it draws blood. Line by line of concentrated substance with monumental power of profiling. Deep respect and admiration

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  2. What a poem! Excesses... the spirit may only be untouched if it doe not suffocate...lol ... More... More ...lol

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  3. Hey, Warrior Poet, I love your zest and the smoothness of your flow. In this era of anaemic lines, it's really refreshing!

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