Life, episodically

Filled with the joys of Spring,a bit slow on the uptake, butI start to sing,wellit’s Sunday and I will blend inwith the sinners who bring theirown songs to sing, I guess I’ll confessbut I can’t think to what,no carnal desires and Ihaven’t smoked pot,I’ll just make something upgrab hold of a wafersome wine from the…

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Basements

Sucking on spangles licking the colours off Smarties much better for me than drugs or sex parties, hmm wait.. much better for me than scones or tea parties ah that’s it a little bit of editing a sherbet dab and gelatine many ways for us to sin and the point is not to win it’s…

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Lay back and think of poetry

Iniquity comes here to sit with and talk to me and I’m at a loss to explain how it knows my name. If a bit of pain does you good I must be  in a stupor feeling fuckin’ super anyway she’s to blame because, and the reasons elude me when I strip down to be…

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Semi autonomous

Paris gardens and Hogarth’s drawings draw me a picture of sorrow and gin.   So draw me a flagon of dear Mother’s ruin while I sink deeper in sin…

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