Sunday 15 April 2012

BRUTAL STORM

i'm speaking to the Storm/i say this;

i am a MAN 
and 
i am walking here/to the shop
i need milk for an omelette
and
that tiny brunette, Storm
her hair bounces in new waves/her eyes sparkle this week
like she got brand new perversions waiting at home
and Storm
this Rubbish/these Gasps 
are falling from me/are branded on me/bouncing in my wake
and
are running like the unstoppable sweat of an anxious condition
so come on/Come On Storm
blow wind and hail and rain
into my
shopping face
blow me out in front of a BMW again/make me stagger like the drunk i'll be later

will 
get 
milk 
for my omelette/you'll see


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