Yesterday evening someone died in a car crashit’s raining today because of that;on concrete, doesn’t soften anything .Can you hear the ambulance wailing over the sound offunk again?Shine a light through my gullet docand you’ll see intestine walls lined with fishesthat I drew as a kid. Fishes, yeah. Plural.Tried to warn them about war, doc.Nobody listened.I’ve felt love to be a grimy dirty thingLike something shiny fell inside a gutterOh, I know gutters, still.I know where things of curse bob their heads,junk, jewellery and shit are friendsand that most peoplelike pictures, more than words.
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