Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 10,473 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Just Marvel In The Nature - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cow-down with a belly of machine churned mud
Be as the blowflies in a dead dog’s rancid gore
Virginity is a cosmetic window-dressed whore!
Awaiting arrow-headed demons in cold blood,
Cold love, lust hungry: hear her hearts outpour!
Out on a limb on a cusp of a buttercup, rotted
Be as the centipede under her silver birch skin
Snake in long grass for her white mouse moons
Breastbones to breastbone feel no funerals sin
Just marvel in the nature your lust looms in...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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