Brixton’s Orpheus shushing me asleep all night long

Pour into infinity the ashes of me

            when this work finally sets me free

Eating sausage rolls on the train

Writing to see how naughty Nigel will get

            and whether he put on his leather skirt again

Frosted breath blows sodium gold frustration

Some day you’ll be kings and queens not beggars

Dancing o...

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In the toxic basement locked a querulous dog

tethered to a bench speaks out

Grumbling robots put washing up

liquid in Grandpa’s pipe as the

trains come & the trains go

The space between the stars

I failed my Latin exam in the high dusty hall

the guy next to me kept asking

How soon is now? and What difference does it make?

I watched the trains come, I wat...

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