1 The constraints: 1) No more than
one hour. 2) No more than 20 lines.
The result ? Genius or Not.


11th October 2010

By Mark Brayley | 2010 October 11

I trace a line
across my throat;
a weak pretence at the end.
You think I must be joking, right?
I could never
be so serious.
Finitude and ultimatums
never hold their weight
when pumped through arteries and veins.
Oxygenated, they hold too much
the muscle, the effort, the act –
draws them clean of lustrous red
and so they rush
back to the beaten heart:
pulse by pulse by pulse by pulse
a roar of wounded grasp
from that which hinted at the whole.

Ultimatums, Blood

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