Sunday 12 October 2008

Wipeout

Falling wastes crash unendingly

Tear drop begins descent

Falling wastes crash undeterredly

You’re unleavened

Unsaid

Casted marks and plush asunder

Faced with no doubt splendid blooms

You mix the castes in putrid pastry

Rotten thread rotten loom

Figure in your wideout misstery

You’ve flagged

Gotten rad

Dead soon


{an ode to G7 ministers}

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