A Poem by Christopher Kenneth Hanson

-Letting

Dank spirals,

-suction cups of hiss

I have drawn blood

look-nehee and how!

And the lust seems to writhe slow-

limbo like-in drips of figure.

And now fall, fall.

Through dank spirals,

Some awe-(the suction cups of hiss)

We have drawn copious amounts of blood

As now, as we all-

symbolic in the red lust light-

The satisfaction not necessarily guaranteed;

Presume only copyright.

 

 

 

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