Category: Filí my pockets
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Durt
Elbow grease weedy handshakes in seedy backstreets I’ve got a bag of sweets sweep you off your feet I could stand out in the street, eyes unseeing, and still beat you at Tekken Text some whores, more at eleven.
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One big bath
In the bay Pulling the plug from the world’s bathtub One hard tug and it’s done Out goes bathwater, out goes baby Bio reads outgoing, wants a baby On that front I’m unsure I’m afraid, mark me maybe Where before I saw internal sparks Like a duct taped engine starting up and spluttering Now replaced…
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murderafters
Left blood on the curb Currant jam topping dessert Badly hurt the worse for wear Consigned Her to the current Earlier I felt lost for words Knock around, searching the loch for lost girls All they found were fabric scraps and two golden curls There were five of them, like the Golden Girls Toecurling anxiety…
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House Contents
Packed your stuff away, boxed up in the basement, and in their place Hung paintings, Me looking saintly Satan-praising dainty peng tings appraising me A blaze in me that has me seeking peaks Eking my way along a fateful razorblade, blood-rusted and dust-encrusted More stops and stations than Christ’s Easter perambulations, wyrd day ended crossnailed…
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Soulcolour
Hungry pups jumping at mother’s lumps Customers pushing to get to the front, has me blushing They want his place but he won’t budge This one’s a tough one, maybe trained Everyone had a life before they got involved with the heroin craze Sweaty heads, clenched fists Suffering cravings because the Duffy’s was crazy delayed…
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