Set List Poem 21/03/2015

I kick the spark that blinks
under a train. It gives me scold-foot.
I swim it in the time the silhouettes
form behind the bedsheet-disco.
All that keeps me in this burn is the magnet,
being a blank shape of a human in love.

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