my Rizlas wont stick in this heat
even glue
has
a
lethargy
here
i snatch tiny pellets
from the
tobacco
air/write them
and
glory
in ANY
rhythms
that fall on my threadbare lap
-
when we were young
that was
the only
thing
going
for us/tiny pellets and rhythms on the sea wall water
tower
it’s the only thing
ever
going for us/falling art – catch it smile on it
make
it
a
ritual
before its
gone
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