JIMMY!
twanging beeping singing Jimmy
where you bin, Jimmy?
lost in eyes in the breath before we die?
the breath that blinks death announcing his grey bright intentions?
and she takes you into the big hall . . .
where you bin Jimmy?
you bin where all the cats and dogs say COCK, Jimmy?
and all you say is BOO and WHO?
you say you want to say GOD, Jimmy?
like all the children used to
but now instead
we all
say
FUCK
and its rare as meat outside, Jimmy, its livid and smelly
its an ECG sunset of mad painters poisonous latex red,
and the TV is on twice, Jimmy
and i milk this epic crawl across your endless enormous rug
where you bin Jimmy?
you left me to sleep on the kerbstone
a hero without missiles or headphones?
and Jimmy, you found my Montezuma sick on your Volvo roof
and spilt in your Spanish guitar,
where you bin Jimmy?
you
bin
far?
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