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sin came first
sin came first
traced into tungsten ringed confinement
where a woman fluttered accomplished mumbles
offering a freeform montage of nailed harmonic and shoddily baked
reality whilst peeing through her lowcut tights as rudimentary
precaution against the weathered discharge of wearisome love
yet still she sports a fierce grin through the endless commitment
of shapeless corners a...
Sunday 6th April 2014 8:22 pm
painted into a corner
I paint myself inspired, intense,
dismayed but remain just a fat old man
who can’t get laid
such a contrary slut
bathing myself in the corporate filth
served in styrofoam cups
the master of diversion
ooh look
the circus is in town
maybe now is my chance
to pull up and over and run away
with a tired old sawdust queen
sold as seen
amidst this arrid contemplation
...
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:42 pm
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