Poetry

Four week losing war (poem)

Four week losing war; four drops, two many sighs, signs, psychodelically infused and then identified. I scribbled the name into My arm, split the skin And rubbed saliva in as the Black ink ran. It was a number, a time limit For ingesting detol- Faces flashed past me as I tried To remember why it…… Continue reading Four week losing war (poem)

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