Monday, 27 May 2019

You had me back there when

His dented shield face
angles out drunkways
Pollen smears on eyes
and other cracks

                 "What a friend we have

and the broken brick front
vertices picked stitches

    Beak cadmium jabs at factish grass
    black plumes near gloss black

"Go on till we all fall in the hole don't laugh"

"This is the walk heh this is y'body hah"

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