BLOODY YR HYMEN
Written by Henrik Aeshna on Friday the 16th of August 2013
why not, ma
sweet child babylove my dousucre?
are beautiful dripping clocks
from this lie-papered prison & flop in a poppy field!
bridges drop off the map
pissed up & possessed across the
(& just in case anybody asks for us
we've gone to Mexico
to join the migratory flow of the monarch
butterflies ... )