Sunday 23 March 2014

Spring has arrived . . .




and 
with spring 
spring's bugs 
invisible 
things on the wing
that sing in my ears 
in the night 

and drill through my skin

they drink of my blood
and hide in my bed 
and mess 
with my head

until I strike
back 
and splat them
quite flat
_


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