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The world is suddenly a rock song place again, against the trials of a Warsaw Monday morning. A morning for moving on, it is the same feeling of invin..
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Drink tea, straight gin, f**k up; don't use a fountain pen unless you are a natural.Stare at each other, howl at the sky, listen to coffee shops and d..
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Rough hue, the heel and toe.
Washed out in the heat,
still livingthe deadbeat
up in Skid Row.
Amongst the world weariness
lost wives, lostkids, l..
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Wooden skull, wooden wrist,
Discarded claret, spilled in ink.
Caustic wounds, Richmond Gin,
lonely sympathies, sharingthe brink.
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Glitteringspark.
Gunpowder cage
year of the ages.
Not for no lark.
Scuffed felt.
Lingering damp
truly set camp.
Your hand is dealt.
Fleeti..
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A thousand voices, inside and out
A hundred bodies, mulling round about.
Breathless and tense, seize my lungs,
spinning vision, no innocent ones.
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Those three people...
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Man on the phone, woman on the smoke
Young cats & lovers, tracksuit & tweed;
You say romance is dead. Not me.
It's every which way, at the ..
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She steals offwith the night,
leaves me sober, aching ever more.
Takes my breath, &cloistered dreams,
Into the world, onto her collage.
She ..
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Abandoned poetry overleaf
words ordered too logically,
formulaically.
Unfinished portrait underneath
colours layered too consciously,
forcefull..
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