Posted by Atticus on October 4, 2004, at 22:01:07
Got Eyes Like Leeches
Got eyes like leeches
Fed on black ink,
They suck you dry,
They make you think,
Just know they thirst
For one more drink
Of sharp dark thoughts
From abyss brink,
Her razor gaze
Don’t seem to blink,
Wet gouge of smile,
A spine that slinks
Like steel spring coils,
Like unwinked winks,
Seeks drowning clowns
To watch them sink,
Smirks at ripples
That shrink to kinks
In dead-sea rugs,
Mask gray meat’s stink,
Pub’s barman cleans,
Drained glasses clink,
Her wine’s untouched,
Tossed in the sink,
As she heads out
Cheeks flushed and pink,
Bar abattoir’s
Sleek vengeful sphinx.
-- Atticus
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