Don’t set your clock by it

Fated return delayed

Favourite film remade

Dad-filled urn broken in the raid

Broke and miserable, alone at home in the rain

It strikes vengeful adderlike

The neck craned so ladderlike up to heaven

I am seized with gleeful rapture, dangerous felicity

Visions of cunt-moistening worlds grip me

Fisted by visions of lipsy infinity

Tipsy, tipping more back

You can’t self improve back to virginity

Spitting into the fireplace

The gin-soaked phlegm rouses the settled, middle-aged flame.

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