Saturday, 4. November 2006
A Non Lullaby
In that far away rasp
with the echoes of firesticks shared under a tropical sun
you ask for a hum-song to sleep against
the way new born puppies with their curled tails sleep against the nippled belly of the bitch, life giver, fate condemnor
I merely blow air against the earring, jingle jangling, from your right ear
My Poems
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