Rob Burton

Injected copper, an accident of losing grip.

Aiming for the beast right by its balls

And got mother. The solution fused

To blood swells hands blue green

after minutes casts a branch at each finger

Sheds light. Taking 50 in a day on the farm

Arms ache, sleep comes early to the door.

Dreams wished

By others, breaking rain soaked mud and shit.

Rob Burton's poems have appeared most recently in ninerrors and ditch. He currently works in Marseille. You can find his blog at http://doyouseemenow.wordpress.com.
 
 
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