Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Eclogue

fuck the city
fuck the country
fuck in the grass if it's sunny
fuck in the gutter when rainy
fuck the impulse to restrain
fuck the futurist terrain
fuck the forgotten
fuck the clear sky
fuck the feeding 
fuck the bleeding
fuck the now and new lie deceiving
fuck the open gates on the bottom
fuck the last gasp kneeled out
fuck the raped lover dying in the keel 
Middle English --Middle Low German--Middle Dutch
divisible friends fortressed in broken vessels

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