It’s not the slap of
A hand impresses
Anxious for release
For the power that
Fear excites pulling
The plug out of the
Night pulling the rug
Out from under nail
Holed feet ’cause
It’s not possession
It’s just the fear of
Being touched by
Ignoring the ritual
Getting right to the
Point of intrusion
It’s not obsession
It’s a cloud covered
Sunflower in the
Eyes of a raven &
A fat man on the
Corner’s eating up
The future licking the
Lips of an angry lion
W/blood on his teeth
& consumption on
His breath


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