Title Number Two

wheels of fire
paint me white
spin me around
alive with guilt
with perversity and
seething acid river

wires of skull
resound in bone
crackle, short out
a child cries

north equals south
pleasure equals pain
burning my loins
blood melting me
frozen wax shame
blood melts ice
melt-melt-melt

decomposing smile droops
enter the womb
burn it black

tongue-gnawing darkness
life-hope-fear
today it's twins
we die.



Poetry by Eight-Feet
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Written on 2005-09-11 at 02:10

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