

5:57 AMI've seen them angels and the whores they become glass stomachs and a fifty percent chance the child is yours but I keep on drinking and gaining weight5:57 AM
bobby told me I stopped breathing in my sleep the other night that was the best news I had heard all month I celebrated by spending the extra three bucks for the good stuff
but the mornings have been more awkward lately and I can't even stand the smell of myself anymore if you can spare a dollar or two it's nice to meet you


quiver or talentless drunkfrom a second story fire escape I watch the prostitutes waltz to the cry of the car alarm symphonyquiver or talentless drunk
the hum of this city is my warm orgasm ripening, spreading and pulsating concealing our worst fears that occupy these streets
kids setting their hands on fire and coffee stained books leaking into bent necks and modern dance
oh how we danced oh how we fucked


the evening newsdeadbeats in debt and our shoes are only clean at funeralsthe evening news
THE EVENING NEWS DOESN'T CARE ABOUT US ANYMORE!
it's always global warming or a dirty priest
a suicidal child actor and an incurable disease
tell me about a cure for the: madness loneliness empty pockets  


Freak WeatherYorkshire is a dampened batcave lightbulb-lit, railway linked and steelstinking, where nine wives are beaten every day, and sometimes, people's fathers die.Freak Weather
It has flooded now, the hills were piled up with silk, til it poured through front doors like a blue kimono. Soaked into pub carpet, seeped through upholstery sinks into wine-stained DFS three-pieces that smell of labrador and fills up houses.
The grimeyed residents watch like geese wading through the streets, in up to their ankles and naked apart from a pair of wellies. Those children are fishing


UnrequitedWho am I to forget this feeling, this skeletal remnant of an emotion, like a burnt-out motorbike in my brain, from the days before I had breasts.Unrequited
I remember the symptoms - fingering my mobile anxiously, awaiting your texts, like little match-flames of your concsiousness to be mine forever, carefully hidden in the lace of dirty communication wires, amidst the nylon flowers.
I live on the feeling of your fingers on my neck as light as spring -
I long for your lips to be demanding polyps, your eyes, your autumn leaf eyes and smile - your smile.
Bo
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