Wednesday, 15 December 2010


In this bar works the girl with the superpowers;
waiting on drinks, she walks past,
rendering tunnel vision

- the world a shadowy eclipse
around her smile -

and as the night goes on
her drinks poison
with cotton-mouth.

Words stick on the tongue
with her super-glue;

but if only she knew
she could be free,

if only she would reveal
her secret identity.

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