The Slanning Anthology

Down With The Dust And The Angel.

Will I sleep will the real cut
Spike my skin drawing out me
plan against life for all life my
Angel crawling love crawling out me
ringing from my head pulse the life blood
Close down the system the knife cut
Talk to me pale me and sweet sweat
Down from above fling the wide net
Caught by the heels as the mind said
Down me again runs the warm thread
Thoughtfully we sat and the sun set.

© by IAS, 1999