Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Burn


My spender rinses me as I have spent,
The real ferocity makes me cement;
The deed has done my face, has seen me last,
I cast a spell, and be somewhat aghast.

My buying and this lying can concern,
But this time that design does spend a burn;
The cavern dozes and deserves music,
Unmet, unworked, like sport and metallic.

Submitted: Saturday, April 16, 2011
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