i listen to Squeeze sing & i watch the end of Brazil maybe weeping almost learning images from hunger from Radio 1 & Moviedrome how did they know me so well ?
a poet ? a writer ? a cold laugh comes unconvincing out weird sick belly when sat at ashy AM keys- fingers are thumbs / thoughts stunted replays- night street lights gone power-cut out on my borrowed accelerator brain-trust
no juice for weeping but mind for waiting- later will burst yesterday efforts out of anemia introverted acoustic goes german electro as i feed their ask for