Thursday, October 4, 2012

Poems in the wild #28

Poem #28 (3 of hearts) was released in Markov Place (going over old release territory there, I know, but I was there, and there were drinks. Nuff said.)

Breathe through my mouth for weeks
Cutting off one sense too many
I draw the smell back into a grey
faecal fug. Predictively habit-forming
This chopping back wires into the world
No one lands in hospital
I prefer to disappear, block off 
nostrils with the back of my tongue
My jawline alters a split
You wouldn’t notice.
I smile as air whistles
through my teeth.

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