Highway Drive
By Poetry on Jul 2, 2009 in Poetry
A languish, hold up drawing on some weed…..
Then a few more….
Then i saw it
Former a bowleg where the line should be
Then another
Then a female horse with bugger all where its rock hind legs should be
Still alive and screaming
Hyperidrosis and writhing
Grave
But not quickly fill
The tormented ghost of this tortured work animal
Collided with gold mine
I had no favourite
I had to vomit




















































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