'daddys
got his
big boy
knickers on'
rages the twisted dude in the awful film
but thats no matter
anyway as
i am absorbed
by this tshirt
by this tshirt
i dug out
from long ago & musty stasis
its on my lap now
its on my lap now
& i finger its guts
it is hard-packed
it is hard-packed
with drinking ghosts
& smells of the silt
of an old depression
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