Sunday, March 02, 2014

Week 41 # 294 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins

It was stinking out the alleyway;
thick tail, oily fur, exposed pin-ribs
impaled on a well-sharp stick,
teeth bared in fuck-you …
A fly landed on its head,
crawled into the mouth,
I stared,
The next day maggots
made the rat look like it was shivering.

Paul Hawkins

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