Sunday 3 January 2010

some tankas

.WarmBed.
This broken mattress
sinks low, broken on my side.
Gravitational
roll over towards me, please.
Natural sleeping snuggle.

.WayOut.
Dead branches stratch hard
like a passionate lover.
Lost deep in forest.
Stumbling, exit path found.
scars remind, of this mistake.

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