Look over your shoulder for the hustle of words.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Testing, testing...

Oh Mr Thumper, run!
The men with traps come for you
their backs afire with love for you
for what pricked eyes and bunny screams
can lead them to.

In death, Mr Thumper, death!
You keep in store a gruesome treat
for the lab-child in his collared coat
(his coat of many contradictions):
a monster grips his dreams.

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