Friday, September 22, 2006

Address to the Nations

Dear Temporary Nightstick, you amuse
Me with you arcs, candle welding
On blood stains, nights of blossomed
Resistance, your mood flaws me into
Believing a society can be shelved behind
The corrugated.
With care we can get back to
Surgery and coagulate, dear your shadow
It’s pulimanting on the street again
Shiver it breeds a shiv to the prison gates
See it does.
Also, the fomenting resistance
You twirled from the footpath met
With unfortunate social equalities again,
See that you find a match for that skull dent.

Pistol Privilege

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