I'm peering through these lips ready for the slow bleed of life that will sometimes trickle and sometimes gush and soak the linen that poor woman will have to wash. Oh well. Here goes taking off that tight rubber glove the wet balaclava that loud moist palava... Don't drop me on my head! Don't abort my mission my reason to have a quick looksee I have a vision.
Reason for writing:
This is the first of a series of 24 poems, each one representing one hour in a one day cycle. The full series is called 'A Life in a Day. The last word in each poem becomes the title (and theme) of the next, moving from 'birth', to 'vision, 'sound', 'smell' (i.e the development of senses) through to writing, censorship, sex, booze, drugs, hate, poetry, space, time, etc... All 24 poems were written in a single wine and coffe-fuelled 24 hour period.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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