Baby - Poem by Leslie Philibert
The bloody wax of silence ripped out
no return ticket
lash under the weight of a whore`s breath
a little pighead with a big O
a fish gasping on a quay
silver arms spark and dance
two strangers at tango
impossible: more holes than anything
and right this time? - forget it;
nothing fits either
the bastards have got it wrong again.
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