Madrason writer

Gold Star - 4,619 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Dertiende Rib Of Rip - Poem by Madrason writer

Geen grip op 13e rib
kruipt Adam door
het spoor van slijm
langs mijn farynx
in refrein langs larynx
even wijfelend
deelt zich in 2 banen
op en blaast de tubes vol
heel dol langs fijne haren
en de warmte kolkt
langs rode zachte lanen
de diesel ronkt en loopt
noopt van verlangen pronkend
dolkt bonkend van het prangen
vanuit het centrum zij
Ach Eva
laat mij hier niet zo
hangen.


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Madrason juni 16 -2013

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013


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