Month: May 2014

That Beard Comes Right Off

Smoking roll-ups made of
dictionary papers,
making sure to pick out
all my favourite words
from the pages, In a locked
confession box
naked,
besides some
black suit socks,
that aren’t without
some holes
in the heels and big toes.

Faking mortal sins
just to feel
like I’ve lived
whilst all mine are princess pink,
buttercup and baby blue,
and soft as the flesh
just below
your lower
eyelid.

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