Comes a rainstorm put your rubbers

I'm the man

this taut                      translucent skin that conceals                 a febrile itch underneath
you can tell            everybody                  this is your
by prickling the thumbs                   is the opposable knuckle broken
this quick             release thin            line fading               beauty
nothing           can be done               when kingdom comes

kingdom comes                  when nothing can              be done
thin line fading                  beauty this quick              release
is the opposable            knuckle broken                by prickling                     the thumbs
this         is your you           can tell               everybody
a febrile itch            underneath this              taut translucent                 skin that conceals

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Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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