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Spanish Bullfighter

like a hot iron upon the palm i bullmark blackened charcoal to paper, searing each line as i write. the ring of a coffee mug on my journal turns pencil to spear coffee imprint to dusty hoofprint.... and i am as a spanish matador cursing the majesty of the great beast. with its last threshold of a breath in the pastures of praise, percing its side with a number 2 pencil. so gently in it's ashen shore of flesh i die a little too....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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