Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Monday, 25 July 2011

BURDWURK


Lead us to the berries
For we have only bones
They use us like floozies
They smoke us to the foam
They bleed us wet and juicy
They try to clip our wings
Yet we fly all day
Raw with luck
And still the syrinx sings
Lead us to the berries
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