Monday, 8 June 2009

Shards & Splinters

my skin resembles iodine
under this yellow sickly light
folding the room in cholera washes

the shakes begin once again,
thick humid air like a shanghai parlour
dissolves between the blades of a fan

cramps and splashed ink permeate the room
the stench of sweat,
vomit and blood and a scattering of tablets

in this haze of whirring
in this platinum looking-glass
in this red hangover
in this toothless kiss
i am immortalized
printed heavy on white paper.

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