Mystical Meaningless Poetry

1.                                                                 waste wants a short    sharp retort breaks stillness     and necks blood seeps    weeps, gushes from the wound neat bullet-hole head smashed apart a good day’s hunt yet the meat goes to waste and genetic pool gets    fractionally smaller                                                                 16.3.96 2.                                                                 O.K. we are animals, you and IContinue reading “Mystical Meaningless Poetry”

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