wheres ford?
and his yells of mad drunk?
he's here under new crowns
his
delusions
cleaner
and
only
medical -
from the Hot Pit of Shit
to
Heavens Dumb Cusp
he
digs
sober
in
the predawn
for
Truth Elation
and
the
free
words
in the frost
or for the small bathroom pops
that
stick
reality
to
any gods fridge
like
a
childs
awful
scribble
Guardian Unlimited: Reverent Humour
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