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Her face gaunt
whiskers from oddly coloured lumps
wrongly pathed teeth
plunge from
well i called it a smile
but not sure
kindness fawns into darkness
within the youngest eyes
coloured cloth hides
her mumbling wizened hair
thick woven sheets of shoop
dyed in their own blood
still think it should be shoop
wrinkles turn to darkened caverns
within her crumpled clothes
Stale held her breath
in lovers arms
Insects lathered themselves
in her pools of gravity
overcomplicated bone nubbins
scratch on see through skin layers
shivers in the summertime
thoughts of seeing the nubbins
pulling into the dark
seen from child's certainty
are draped shoulder too easily
encircled a hearty evil giggle
I stay close
so many ways disappear behind her
and lights from deep within suddenly glimmer
is home so far away
The yellow and black caterpillar
concertina’s around my wrist.
Around and around my wrist it trundles
on those stumpy limb nubbins
neither veering left or right.
It’s a creature unaware of distance
and so must constantly search
for nearness.
Wherever its fuzzy head leads
that is its world, only the nearby
is myopically absorbed.
I pluck it up from its lonely trek,
place it onto a mulberry bush,
The slinky pauses,
then commences to chomp
through a dark green leaf –
another world to ingest
yet more nearness to convert
into yellow and black grubbiness.
One day, distance will call to its
tunnel vision,
it will burst apart,
as if it were a dark star
rent asunder.
The far flung will open
under a dizziness of wings -
both greeting and farewell
merging into one topsy-turvy
last flutter of glory.
M’lady doth protest too much
for tis not at thy request,
I fastened your bodice an extra notch
To better show thy charms.
M’lady doth protest too much
for tis not at thy request,
I teased your nubbins and they grew hard
and stretched to meet my needle.
M’lady doth protest too much
for tis not at thy request,
I spread you wide and though you squealed
your juices they were flowing.
M’lady doth protest too much
all this at thy request,
yet now your body is stiff and cold
and I must find another.
Any resemblance to Browning's Duchess is entirely coincidental