My eyes,
plunged into the thick black,
like blu-tack, got stuck,
my eyes,
lodged inside lamp-light,
got wedged,
into the thick black that hung about outside,
carrion and flies,
judges and butchers,
let blood drops drip dry,
black and white husbands,
dead questions,
left depressions in soft thighs,
brandished a cockerel by its hind,
baked a cake with her skin,
flesh browned to the brim,
and as if my brain were the sky,
a murky water swim,
released a bullfighters’ sigh,
until grey water swilled about my loins
and spilled the lime from my eyes,
and so i caged in my breath,
and reached down for the plug in my spine.


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