Possession by Richard TrotterThere is no understanding
spinning heads and strange aquatic eyes
granite words cloud the sun
and drown the Christmas cavalcade.
Not a single answer
when feet pound the woodcrushed lane
round the imagined sins factory,
this anguish is playful
like the devil on cocaine. 12/14/2003 Posted on 12/14/2003 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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Posted by Sam Roberts on 12/14/03 at 11:24 PM This is bloody brilliant!
I especially like the last 2 lines, they work really well x |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/17/03 at 02:28 PM 'like the devil on cocaine.', what a illustration! Great piece.
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