Joyce and 3 plus or minus 1 Evincing patterns or too much sun? Blooms at Eccles, minus one Not counting his dyingdead son A book of myriad wonders One can scrutinize or blunder through A bland literature it thundered through It was torn apart, torn and thrown askew Skewered and lambasted, dubbed smut unfit to… Read more: BROWNCOAT REDCOAT ANYCOATATALL: ULYSSES DECODED
Worshipping dogs and reptiles Tiled floors in holy houses loud with the blood of tied slaves Waves may be shouted down, if the right wand is waved When counts. Where less so. What will last longer, my poems or a plastic bag from Tesco? Bleeding, dying affixed to staves, my dinner guests Their cravings largely… Read more: Finding my religion (underground)
I’m wearing hammedowns Always keep the hammerdown Hammered, stumbling locked around Camden town Drink in hand, no shandies No handouts from me Throw shade and fistic world war III Don’t you dare look at me like that In the gambling house, magnum flat on my lap Flap your gums and you’ll catch flak, you cunt… Read more: GUN TOTING BADASS
Beatles said can’t buy me love Shiny dimes will buy you drugs Foetal position in the flat of a thug These drugs will seat you Force breakfast to repeat Perk you up if you’re steaming Percs to stay up whilst streaming Pen to write up my dreaming When I wake screaming and sweating Ridden by… Read more: JLP
Text to Mikey Are we getting high tonight? I know it’s likely But to be asked is nice. Sends me back a smile, wrily Wink and tongueface, lil spicy Much to my delight Both of us are very bright But hide from spotlights like shadow-loving spiders Quick to bill a spliff, light touch, his tongue… Read more: MATES NIGHT
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