Tag: words

• I will never ever outgrow this Alice in Chains tattoo

  I will never ever outgrow an Alice in Chains tattoo How dare you even say that I can’t believe you would say that You both think I’m a twat! You and Dad have no clue how much I love Alice in Chains I’ll still be a forever rocker, when you’re the Man in the Box…

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  17th Apr 2024

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• I’m Only The Watcher

  In borrowed headphones hit the street, meet Keith for keef at the boardwalk I’m paro as fuck now but when I get home I’m getting high as a parrakeet Or a palace parapet where the ivy climbery meets the downward creepers And Rapunzel’s hair is a rock climbing teacher Load of absolute creatures beside me,…

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  17th Apr 2024

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• Addled

  Missing limbs mark lucky ones, their seen scars pitied on Beloved not ye inner marked, who a dog wouldn’t piss on Scarred ear to arse within A once lucid mind o’er frissoned by insistent melee Becomes a self imprisoner Every second leaf is a poisoner Poison oaked asses in medbay Fingers crossed round marlboros Crossed…

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  17th Apr 2024

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• Dublin Days

  Down Winetavern street beside what should be wood Quay  The people’s will defied, the land reused the finds destroyed What should have been Ireland’s golden mile, twice what York is Is now the grim set of civic offices near to Cork Street Between the mummified cat and rat and the needle exchange  Where you can…

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  14th Apr 2024

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• ‘Namage

  Flicking through LP liner notes on a beanbag chair, pushing back thick vines of grease-plaited hair Imagines his drafted friends laughing, thinking him daft and soft, no chance he’d have survived there. His headphones are like a chopper pilot’s, two leather danishes bunning his face His hands, fortunately bloodless as Pilate’s, tap the record’s sleeve…

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  11th Apr 2024

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