Thursday, 16 February 2012

We Can Play Doctors Like We Once Did.

stab my face with love you sexy
beast or I will cut you
we can play doctors and nurses
you can stitch me up good


we can skip school and play dead at
your house, in your kitchen
wait for your mum to come home from
her work and find us there


let her tell me I am an arse
let her throw me out the
house and call my parents to say
how I can not see you


we will meet in the blackness of
the old football pitch that
the homeless use to piss at night
when they think they are alone


then we will both runaway very far,
esoterically
very far until we grow apart from each
other naturally

2 comments:

  1. I lament for the homeless.
    I want to cut a homeless man's chest open and find his heart and hug it so tightly so he knows no pain and only knows love and compassion.

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  2. I like this one, a lot.

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