Sunday, 5 January 2014


A Warp Yarn
I'm looking somewhat pointedly
with needles on my mind
Placing pins upon those places
Oh so difficult to find

Stitching everything together
Manic patterns in the weft
No regard for lost directions
No way back to nothing left

And what of camels squeezing
through eyes of unrelenting steel
leaving rich men with their saddle bags
to bribe and promise not to squeal

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