• Earth lyre feeds on my cock


    born in solitude, progress
    young arms
    passing place
    flame past
    sunk menagerie
    morn blood
    solidity
    rich life falls

    swing’s the holy duty
    spiral cups on air
    rolling hypocrites
    voice their debt
    crave curving skies
    eternal sort
    outworn young
    couples

    the trumpet devil
    Earth lyre
    vases, noble trombones
    lost sun
    sluggish city
    revolt
    feeds on my cock

    This entry was posted on Tuesday, August 11th, 2009 at 9:43 pm and is filed under A.J. Kaufmann, Po'try. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
  • 2 Comments

    Take a look at some of the responses we've had to this article.

    1. Posted on August 12th

      Thumbs way up! Cool read…

    2. Si Philbrook
      Posted on October 9th

      Great stuff aj

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