Occidental Queerness
Rustling of leaves in post-Autumn
wind
Wasting the Time in the chest of
memories
Catering the wounded soldier
And dancing before the dead horse
Listening to ‘Smells like Teenage
Spirit’
To forget that you are a creature
of night
Learning, from death-bed to
coffin
The only reason you were once
alive!
Army of locusts have faded into
mist
The plague has vanished in the
‘Sixties
So that, doctors could return to
kill!
12-02-07~08
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