Half Animal Half Machine.
Half Animal Half Machine am I dead, this oil on my skin is the oil in the air, want to rip out my teath, all the hard, metal edges that poke through my flesh I am machine here, in here, how do I shake these greasy, plastic bones, fall back to water how do I shake this skin, exorcise all this false electricity burning through me pull off all my clothes and wrap myself in dirty leaves, lay back in the cool earth and cover my body bury me, no, stop these voices of traffic and footsteps on pavement these iron giants of electricity, the false buzz of hollow bees, pack my ears with soft, cool earth let me sleep
Holly Day (USA)
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Author: | Day, Holly |
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Publication: | Paradoxism |
Article Type: | Poem |
Date: | Jan 1, 2013 |
Words: | 123 |
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