Thursday, 30 July 2020

DREAMS & OTHER SKETCH POPS





he
dreamt
he
was
so poor

the only place to shit

was inside a fart


~


it
is
a
strange relief

to live with dread

when dread comes to town

hailing a ghetto cab
care home in its wake


~



he dreamt he
curled around
a hand grenade

&
burnt
his
inside bacon
crispy black

baked beans boiling
inside his brain pan


~


&
the things we made
they leave their stains


the trees

welcoming & indifferent

well they die standing

passive aggressive 
with
an 
embarrassing multitude 
of 
essential uses






Spiced Candied Bacon | Cut The Wheat

from cutthewheat.com





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