Sunday, 1 November 2009

He had developed
something of a caustic cackle, a
pterodactyl cackle

scientists receiving blow-jobs
the codifications of despair &
grey cardigans
hello bikini
configurations of explosions
configurations of dancehall reggae
cocks inserted into assholes on these
cold wintry nights
these bleak autumnal dawns
it's windy & I'm hungover
grimace at the motionless silhouttes
of trees.

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