I have eaten words
all night for years
splitting bone and lies
enamel dreams
my bruised canine
is stitched behind my face
count them! three knots
above the root
of ink and troubled pitch
of mouth bitten desire
pulped fantastic
on night's ink
where fancy creeps
my wolf vision
now spit and listerine
blood burning
codeine prey in throat
12.15am, Surry Hills, Wed 27 August 2003
Jill Jones
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