18.1.09

Please Go Back To Bed

You rape the morning
with your
pots and pans
hands


Scarecrow knocked
from peaceful perch
ears echoing with the
slut-sick screams of

every
single
one
of

your lucite-heeled
whores

Your obtrusive footsteps
thunder
killing the morning crows
with your awful
awake

2 comments:

ty bluesmith said...

slut sick screams.

awesome.

alliteration.

Ani Smith said...

I am going to print this and post it through my bastard neighbour's letterbox.