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
raining
Oh shoulda stuck with me, baby
etc
etc
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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