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“I Liked Your Mud”

6 Aug

“I Liked Your Mud”

Your tattered pictures

disused lipstick

in the supermarket

of carry me along and away

underwear carnations

had a home and people that loved

send it by post

even when naked: still on stilts

don’t tell anyone else about us

your secrets are safer than me

fishing for cats with cattails

we’ll dress as frog women always always

it’s death in the queen’s castle

placing blue roses in bishop’s caskets

they cried this us our girl to graves

and all passion renewed

at the thought of this tired newspaper

you’re dead to me but so are you.