Oh
let’s get mashed on mad honey
and smash up the fucking lot
why the fuck not
cracked and fine and fast and lucid
Let’s steal the bow from Cupid
sunset flashes green
sunburst bobbles cancers
on the stupid and the saintly
imagination-flicker derangement
gentle foaming ripples
nothing ventured is lost
catch it, catch it, catch it
Africa per season
watching the blobs
watch it, watch it, watch it
sick, blackened cords
stretched and snapped to home
ground and serrated and caressed
memories worry treason
heavy with hindsight
come in, the rum’s lovely
Back in a hologram
that never happened
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