Friday, 21 May 2010

i was born today
into a world i had created
in past sleep somehow

emerging suddenly from the deep
warm depths of a womb
that was yours, ours (now

defunct). and barren was i
and dry as these lips and cracked
and raw. a sour umbilical
hacked with rust and blunt
lay heavy on the floor
among the detritus of

words (also ours, once)
of this, this
so-called poetry.

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