Tuesday, October 15, 2013



What is this toxic venom?
That ghosts its way
Truculent in its discontent

The uncharmed kiss
Of hooded words
Venom's bite of love

Words coiled as love
Crushing unsuspecting
Famished soul

Words spat out
Can not be re-cycled and
Converted into something else

Can the venom of mother’s milk
Be collected from
Capillaries of the soul

Impotent dreams
Of healing, inflame
Floundering illusions

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