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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