Wednesday 27 August 2014

Wait, Mama; Wait.



Channeling spirits into a vault,
Summoning with a wild cry.
Transforming child to man,
A fascinating transition as a changeling.

The blue boy bit her toes,
Eyes full of hungry souls,
A ravaged mindless being,
He gnaws in her remains.

Dusty hairballs cluster around the fringes,
The lone singer wrangles with his laundry,
The northwesterly wind bays,
Sending him plummeting off the cliffs.

Erratic Behaviour

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