this little dropping ash
all of my children are in it
I see them hit the floor and explode
there is nothing I can do to stop this
I feel like a small god asphyxiating
in late sunlight (urgent cries FFS)
thrashing in its own sheets
you can't write the sound
of children exploding
ash
a man from the front carriage hastens
to shake my hand
he makes me furious
I accost him with my tiny umbrella
eventually on the island
I come around to the fact
that it is all over
all night I wash like a coconut
with the waves coming in hard
a dark man is buried in the sand
the waves will uncover him by morning
he is a pirate at least a fetch
the lighthouse sinks acoustic
your language
is a disaster
what anyway is retrofit?
are you mad?
if I had not looked when you looked
and when the train
use this to make your title
i got no use for you fuck
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