Raincoat with Four Sleeves
By jennifer
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Raincoat with Four Sleeves (11th Dec 2008, 10.33am)
Cuff me, bind my vituperative hands
in coils of barb and twine, you swine!
Uncurse my words, the witch twitch
unsightly, for I am angered, nightly,
striving to perfect each twisted verse!
Incense the critics, feed the comments,
pour fertilizer on my weedy scribbles,
the twigs will fruit, the quids will come;
I do my best and yet there is still one
who beats me with my own youth.
I am ignorant and yet I yearn to feed,
drink fast, swallow jagged pills of truth
and knowledge, my oesophagus bleeds
in this determined quest; I don’t know
best; my chest is high, my arse still tight.
Help me, damselled in my desperate plight,
as I choke on my rhymes, reflections of
past rejection; without pain, I am nothing.
Prod me with your stings, for you win;
my youthful smile, hippo-wide, imagining.
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Still agonising over your
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Wonderful tirade of words
Namaste,
Tina Louise
“The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don't do anything about it.â€
Albert Einstein
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Oh, how I understand the
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