Friday, 4 March 2011

Novocain

Beauty
Like a needle
Pricks its pictures in ruby blood

You'd wonder
How
More than half of this world
Die without knowing
The pain
       The love
             The beauty
That life
Drips endlessly
Like a leaky tap
On our crowded days.

A world
On a megadose
Of Novocain

Numb.

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