Friday, 9 March 2012

OLD TRUTH

when i say
all loose with booze
(work drink/jesus/never ends)
that i am doing xmas day all alone
just me
(miserable wolf barking crying holes in the low low moon)
just me
all alone
all xmas day
they
all pull the same mummy face
all make the same mummy noise

but
i say to blank looks
to naked shoulders
and berry brown bellies
creased as packing paper
xmas day alone
is the definition of freedom to me


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