Friday, July 20, 2012

A Poem by Christopher Kenneth Hanson


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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