Friday, June 16, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #53 - Ticks

one foot in front
of the other
i presume
the zoo is quiet
orangutans have
made peace
with the baboons
now we just scratch
and pick the tics
from each other's
ratty backs
matted hair
to untangle
stories to weave and
narrow down
excuses to make
priorities to order
thoughts to pluck
out of the stale air

1 comment:

  1. here's an old one --


    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.


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