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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

I Sing the Body So Mortal

a bloodied nose -
the Bug did it
(just like the Bomb
in the Fifties)

the body winds down
but we repair it
like patching
an old bike tyre

out the back a cat
plays with a frog
out the front a cat
eats a lizard

boxed in my own
mortality
I toss between
past and future

pills before breakfast
pills after -
oh let the garden
grow wild

1 comment:

dreamonblackgirl said...

hi andrew,

just wanted to let you know I am still reading and actually have a blog of my own! I'm very bad at updating and especially bad at replying to comments, but don't hold that against me.

- liv from the abc