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 ok

ok - pull me a poem

there from the black night air

or there in a silver tear dear

me is the closest you will get

and yet you hold the question

over me - pull me a poem

from the chest of breaths

held long in longing thronging

illiterate in alliteration a little

more to the point is why

should i pull you a poem 

am i owing you summit like

summit like a mountain to

climb blind in the sun blind

blindly climb for a mouldy dime

is that it - is that all it takes

to stay awake slake 

you’re bloody thirsting for

a bloody poem in the artery

exsanguinating to order 

oh - why do i bother at all

pull the plug - pull the plug

i’m outta here