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So many bricks it’s the pits
Plug I don’t know says he can get me four bricks Mulling it over, dental stick, he’ll even give me a lift Says he’s got a friend living short shrift from here House by the shore, he can sort us with good gear Fear a mind killer, I’ve got the mind of a holy one…
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Shot dead at the end
Scram when my gun blam Son of Son of Sam Your last moments caught on cam Scared shitless in the lift, Elisa Lam Lost in the apartment complex I’m on the escarpment like rooftop party, dressed for the army Convex part of scope hyperbole fixed on you, say hi eternity Turn a man to meat,…
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Nights in the potter’s field
Come with storm like boredom Again visiting bottle’s bottom Sodom’s last surviving citizen, rest got singed I cavort with scornful forms in the halls of aborted life Hades how many graves In mirthless mournful surrounds, rat sounds More squeaking than ball courts. Take a lich road to the boneyard Smell of ammonia and charnel, harmful…
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NOTIDLE
Try not using your mouth, dental procedure Hold your tongue, whisht don’t be an eejit Careful what you wish for, see Words seeds sprout to cedars Leak you sprung might end up litres, puddle to a seething sea Coward not a leader; for all to see, like leaked emails.
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Release party
I’m just out the county jail, there since ‘86 Drink was taken, eyes were vacant although ag féachaint Arrested naked under Halley’s Comet Seeing faeries dancing, Charles Bonnet syndrome Slathered in vomit, slammed down onto bonnet by officers Driven back to the station, cuffed and impatient in cups clubbed Drubbed with truncheons and towelled phonebooks…
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