Sunday, 28 October 2012
Hailstorm in Chalon
breezing outta the upstairs changing room
hair blowing, scented
like a slowed down music video
radio station static
tout droit
wire's in a coeur corner
head hail:
made up
arriving at the station
ax wound weeping
I'll palm the patch
before piscine
a pig (not dio)
a shaved man on a run down road
eating a bunch of grapes
an apple (balled by a melon)
it's obvious
that my feet aren't in politics
unless
your set lips
cause allergies
Friday, 19 October 2012
Table For... You?
Table for two?
No.
One.
One more
Hit wonder
One liners
Born every minute
Une nuit
Yeah, one piece
Suit for sharing
One eyed jacks
And up
In a million
One on one
One off
For all
An eye or shoe
Pair of pearls
Where's my shoe?
One pound
Of prickly pears
One egg missing
A room
One way
Cul de sac cunt
No return
1 above
Above none
You
Not some
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