poems written on the fly

broken heart, broken head

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 15 June 2009 at 4:35 pm

piece of wood
in hand

broken chair
broken heart

throat
raw
screaming

glass
everywhere

must have been
some fucking point

I was trying
to make

(D. James)

  1. swallow the glass
    cut the knife

    swing the chair
    throw the scream

    raw the hand down
    cipher fuck
    point made

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