Hello night sweats,
desire that fissures out of cliffs
harrowing the consciousness:
rock me like an octopus;
hello wild tide,
stray details that mortify,
insane analysis that edits
speech's gritty particles.
Hail the third conditional's
if only/ what if/ had I (not)-
farewell, celibate, sad
spirit in its purblind shell:
prepare to shuck your armour
for the next circle of hell...
Hello
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2008
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