your
anecdotal
duff hand grenade
scrape
does not match
my
napalm
nerve scorch
~
bars
are wooden
creak like boats
at sea
adventure
in both
rum in hand
~
i am adult
if the child
who survives
pilot lights & afterburn
is adult
~
theres
an
out of tune piano
on dolphin avenue
binmen play it
one day
its gone
~
in
a
supermarket tshirt
&
a primark hat
i present myself
to
bureaucracys
willful
blindspot
~
with
age
comes
a
wisdom & maturity
a VIEW
that doesnt
help anything
~
all roads
lead to
the stage
& then the loading zone
all the
world
is an
island
in the sea
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