Fear of Poetry (a few years ago)

Art is to forget my friend

the open book and the devils pen

words are the tool

used by the fool

power for the greedy not a fashion trend

Art is to disect my friend

clean white sheet and the scalple till it bends

splash on the red

bring on the blue

in the right order they will hypnotize you

We arn’t scared

we look till it hurts

we communicate the flavour

of the real live dirt

But it aint that simple

when you’re half way up the rise

if you wanna see the top

you gotta open your eyes

because the words might be empty

or they might empty the life from my friend


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