Treasure Island

Leslie Philibert

(6th March 1954 / London, England)

Baby


The bloody wax of silence ripped out
save yourself
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.

Submitted: Thursday, April 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013
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