sixteen degrees of sex that went nowhere
legs all wet but nothing
you don't know
you don't think he is
camels, antelopes, Islamic signals
a voice from above crying
for crying out loud
what do these animals mean?
at the moment
she's forty seven she can do whatever she wants
a phone ringing under water
a torch in the deep
oh look I meant nothing by it
we've had conversations about it
because it's in black and white
I feel a bit under pressure
all along you
and the way of you
if I had a hammer
I would ring it in the morning
as though ringing
was this way
of breaking open
everything
there is a shell somewhere
that has not yet opened
in which is a tiny child with a tiny hammer
waiting to erupt
to leap forth all ready
hammering
everything yes everything
is wrong
but yes, it's a female child
with a female hammer
and her little wild head all ringed with banging clouds
what are you doing with my words
what are you
you doing?
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