stretched out across the PM bedspread
the
sunshine scrubs clean my intentions
and
soothes my conditions
like
a
warm yellow balm
why dont i claw it south
out
of
Englands rusty gusset
and
into
the
Meds al-fresco longevity kitchens
or
Africas ancient orange bazaars ?
but
like Kerouac in Tangiers
or
Thompson in Vietnam
i
never wrote anything good
off
my
native
landmass
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