Saturday, 5 March 2011

shut your trap

these cruel inventions, pitfalls worked up to trip you.
toying at nothing, clambering up the slick walls.
you are a boisterous disaster, a capful of burning mint.
you cleaned out my bank and hung me from the collar of my shirt
you are a low groan that threatens to sweetly rise to fighting pitch.
but it was me that tricked you! I promise it was,
I feigned, I faltered, I forced you to fall.

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