How to get my way out of this one

How to get my way out of this one

Can Anthony do it?

Not before he has recovered every inch   / every millimetre

So he recovers every inch   / every millimetre

They rise up against him

Fears   / meat   / in rebellion

The warm soft embrace of every inch   / every millimetre

From his guts

They rise up in rebellion

He fears them against him   / the warm soft embrace

Of every inch

He fears ever millimetre

Every inch

Every embrace

From his soft guts

They rise up against him

From the warm soft they rise up

Every   / millimetre

Can Anthony do it?

How to get my way out of this one

How to get out of every tangle

Like Rimbaud   / roams the complete motherfucker                        [!}

And asks how to get out of it?

How to get out of this desert?

Because this poem has gone wrong and there is no escape

– written in Amsterdam, 1 & 2 May, 2013

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One Response to How to get my way out of this one

  1. Aaron Kirby says:

    Thanks. this has been cropping up in my brain for the last few days

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