Poetry Archives Bio
October 1, 2008
11:45 PM
the hands on my back

the hands on my back
say  more  no more
more  no more

the hands on the clock
say love you
love you love you

with each stroke
hastening the call
of the dawn

the dawn of reason
and the dawn of cock
a doodle do

bits clips and tits
dissolution of
self  and the

hands on my back the
hands on the clock the
hands on the wall

the hands are talking
depth within depth
shadow within

shadow  they say
lovelove lovelove
lovelove lovelove

love    love
  love    love
 love