new year then
its hardly
boxfresh
the postman brings
folded fragments
of the future
potted
pamphlets
from the past
~
new year then
so soon
its like an old sock
same old card game
same old hand
come on spring come on
your distance disturbs
afternoon patio
birdsong in the sun
~
and that
last night
of a
gone year
used
to be
nostalgia
unbearable
used
to be
fletch on
bbc2
00.10 jan 1st
dregs of drugs
take till dawn
~
and the
night time bath
i draw
these n/y/e days
could be the same water
as lemmys
last jd ice
pic from ebay.co.uk
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