Monday, July 22, 2013

the papercut master

i wished i knew
what is a love's phantom
and what is the real
substance of glue

as if someone decided to
punch me out
foldable dolls on the string
of an evil papercut master

he just pressed
one page to the other
pursed lips, hips
clasped by the hand's
sudden fingers in the crotch

i walked into a bar
he bought me a scotch
then one thing led to the other -
unfolding a thread of
unfoldable doors