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Click hererefusing my prescription
I will not eat poetry
Rimbaud has got nothing on you
(or me)
.....well
we do share transparent skin
and flesh,
corroded
I see right through
write me off Dr. A
deny your own cravings for petals
pulled from the flower of death
rose hips snapdragon lips
chromoplasts ground down
carotenenes flavones
bleeding anthocyanin
I remain
at your feet
until you say
don't talk yourself into us
you remember
leaving something on the stove
I hide among steam that
condenses on the glass jars
cardamom, lemon pepper
until under my fingers you believe
my lies
of course
I eat poems
spiceless and raw,
fresh off the street.
I'm late but I got here eventually. I would have turned up in the early hours of the morning for this poem. It makes the brain work but the brain gets its reward.
Great poem AS
I needed a refill. ;) like I always do with Anna's work. Yes, I said creepy, but I thnk anna knows I adore her and her work and only said that in the very kindest and most flattering of ways. If not, then I apologize from the depths of my heart and ask sincere forgiveness.
Damn!! I miss still life with street light... love you woman, xoxox
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the piece of work. the prescription you have concocted is now sitting under my tongue to absorb.......don