Wednesday, June 07, 2017

late at night

in the rainbows of Bradford
with the light
why the light obviously the fucking light

downtown wondering

blown up, in a hole somewhere, my heroism

carrying you out, smoking

on the fucking News

canonised by Marlboro


Oh shoulda stuck with me, baby



at this point the world floods
and we are thrown back to Joyce
and paralysis

is it even worth bothering, he must have asked
fuck, if they won't even try

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