Elbow anchored
Ankles anchored
Shoulders and ball and chain
Pinned deep and dragging and ploughing
Long hungry stomach wrenched low
Head in shackled hands pounds
Brow furrowed, evermore, enduringly.
Aslant catawampus slouched and crucified
A need denied denied denied
Palms nailed to the face
Fists hold the eyes
Tongue weighted by aforementioned anchors
Tongue weighted by aforementioned anchors
Tongue weighted by aforementioned ball and chain
Diametric elbows
Militate acrid ankles
Shuddersome tribulation shoulders
Buried, buried, buried
Incarcerated in ascetic
Never to issue, never to blossom, to bloom, barely dream
“I would go out tonight but I haven’t got a stitch to wear”
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