Medoc Kraipale A

Impounded centipede (hundreds)
Is drilling me
Under thumb (mistaken)
Gone but not taken
And blasted almost apocryphal

Urchinsss(ylabic bits of bricks)
Are reaching innn
To my skin
And pulling out
Not quite a heart

I know the taste (orange juice and toothpaste)
Like heavy medicine dragging
My deep (fr)agility deeper down depths
Into wasted waters, shining
Shadow me

Like wine (like a million millipedes)
You're a Medoc kraipale
You're a Medoc kraipale



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Lacomette
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