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May 17, 2013


Clench your fist to resist all the shit that they sell you.
That one little truth Father neglected to tell you.
Work a day, waste a life, hate your children and wife.
A pale horse comes riding to the top of your vein.

So you take on a lover.
This time not nearly your Mother.
And all of a sudden it strikes you.
That she’s looking her age.
The man came ‘fore the hour.
And now she holds the power.
Whilst the tiger still paces the cage.

You tell yourself nightly.
That you always chose rightly.
That right is the right thing to do.
And then I come along.
And suddenly it’s all gone.
Riding a red horse out of view.

Skim the cream from the milk.
Like butterfly silk.
Running down the stone wall of her thigh.
With the dust in your face.
From eight hours each day.
How the fuck do you open your eyes?


From → Poetry

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