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Connor Reid
Poems
Mar 2014
Antikythera
featureless eyes propel borderline perverseness
my finger breaks sharply as i press record
the phone line stretched of its own accord
stop and pause but don't turn back
a whimpering couch held up by ropes
emulsified beginnings of dreams and hopes
she paints pain, holes lead to nowhere
lesions torn, shriveled stalk, i care
my shell broken, becomes hair, i tear
***** from my eyes into her mouth
an acetate surfaces to the edge of my mind
i cant speak or see, for i am blind
ink, blood and snot slick my skin
my mirror haunted by the perspex grin
grab hold but the wrists are thin
broken
crushed
swept under
dead
you mean nothing
2010
Written by
Connor Reid
Glasgow
(Glasgow)
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