divide the cities east to west gridlock the country until all that is left are some sad children behind grills and then some thin wired women, these grumpy old men, polishing their stories down to almost-nothings.
barely anecdotes.
Category: shit haiku
a sort of masterpiece.
in an oaked corner of wild field, unzipped, I spilled into a belfast sink at the foot of the fort on Old Rothbury hill, a less than generous piss without thinking - a skein of hinny spittle and skinny sheep disease, stagnant spring rain, latticed silver wings, windfall twigs and orange leaves and, beneath this scum … Continue reading a sort of masterpiece.
blue.
this copy of an lp will forever now remind me of evenings in your company. wine glass stains ring, the impression of a pen, i can barely bring myself to sing a line from 'a case of you' without smiling, without tears.
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