Thursday, December 10, 2009

Neighbourhood #1 : welcome

Away sticks whistles gas and tears
Away cupids boatmen jail builders middlemen
How I hurt my face with a sword
How back then I wasn't myself 
Purely and simply
I'm healing this wound
I settled my debts by the pond
I tightened my flesh
Arose on this new soil
Grew up
Made a fortune from my maid's womb
Conquered and shifted wrong to right
My own place of birth


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