Sunday, February 18, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 414 - The Tick

The Tick 

outside    exists
my round
engorged   body

legs
the sketch in pencil
crooked kicking useless
at the air

all head  I think I am
unknowing  what bloat
hangs  beyond the skinline
where this  mutual

electric

compels my jaws
to close

never letting go
never turning off
beating
in the air

1 comment:


  1. tick

    Head in, arse out,
    I disappear. Hang on
    grimly, burrow bloated.
    Killer craft -I am a cog
    bound ever in. I turn
    the blood. Die for a cause,
    inscrutable and
    never knowing.


    (from Green Lizard Manifesto - 1996)

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