woman
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Phantoms
Now you have my attention, Hunter of nothingness, Hiding in my blindness, Still in flight from the last time I saw The naked and fearful you. Waiting for the slip in my smile, A run in my stocking, Breaking in my heart, Wrinkling of my skin, Loosening of my belt, The weakening of my philosophy,…
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I’m at home waiting for life,With my queer mythology,Between the compost heap and the clinic,The goddess either too dirty or too clean. This wandering mind idlesOn the slipping portrait of woman,Her war between preservatives and rot,And I’m keen like ambition. I pull myself from the periphery,From the excesses of my longing,To the centre of it,And…