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Snip And Let My Head Roll
Snip and let my head roll
trim with rusty rose clippers,
disassociate wandering eyes
filling a glass up with teary lust.
Swallows the mark of the beast
tremble with interrupted sleep
for every demon of each day
I anticipate devouring you.
Putty hardens in gentle hands
fingers the blood and skin,
red puddles soil the lands,
lust grows more buoyant than grass.
Cracks in a discarded mirror
gateways to distorted tv screens,
double scoop of ice-cream dream
sickly sweet as dolphins scream,
Battered portrait grainy & grim
darkly sea light-houses are dim,
can't co-ordinate this witchy mess
pointed dirty eyes which undress
Copyright ©
Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward
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