Wednesday, 12 October 2011


They (I mean us)
Have shades on in bars
And in Roucherhouart
And Inglewood

Visiting lasts
Without restricitions

And here is a replica
A cloned coned out clone
With tye die bullshit
Chops and front pocket tabs

I sit on a pile of hangovers
Causes lost
In perdu
Beaucoup de perdu

A weeping woman
Or gallons of women
Grooming to horseride
Around where they stuffed

In a tomb.

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