listen closely
never presume
nothing is written
one thief was saved
the other forsaken
quarantine
sometimes
they look my way
as if i were contagion
the beautiful people
the people i hate
could love i mean
as if my smile
were blood borne
as if around my neck
read nil by mouth
and i were quarantined
in heavy water silence
as if just talking
meant crossing
a knot of crime scene tape
and i the victim/suspect
was spilling his guts
all over their dream
as if this beating heart
this lonely hunter
was rancid meat
past use by dates
and best before
as if somehow
i was different
indifferent to it all
abyssinia
strange
fish
twitching
upstream
belly
side
up
Bio: paul is an irish guy living in perth, western australia, the world's most isolated city. fragments of his bio can be found at http://thelastdisciplefirst.blogspot.com/ or you may have read some of his shit here and there.
