ALL ONE CAN SEE IS HAIR AND BABY-SPIT
DOWN THERE THE PLACE
YOU CALL
TOWN
CUT TO THE GUT
BELLY-SHOUT THE STAND UP
PEBBLES FALL FROM THE BACKSIDE
YEARS OF PRACTICE
NEVER SO ROUGH
A RAGGED SALTY SHORE
DOWN THERE YOU CALL
TOWN
ALL ONE CAN SEE
IS HAIR AND BABY-SPIT
Posted on December 28, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged automatic writing, creative writing, JUNG, POEMS, POETRY, psychic poetry, RELATIONSHIP, REVENGE, ROMANCE. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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