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There’s something about the glow of all those little lights in windows, night has wrapped all those squat houses with her skirt I wo..

If I had my way I’d be a bird but not something p***y like a swallow or a robin no, something big, something with power long talons and..

Oh my god this is the kingdom of silver, this is the reign of wet, descends in a pound or a whisper to my unbound scalp, now shorn of h..

Ah f**k the heart anyway useless organ that it is with its bleats and beat and moonsick sighs f**k that noise I’d rather the lungs t..

Maria why are you so gentle? sometimes I want the fist, right into my face but you, with your light fingers turn the page, tap on the glass o..

They gave him a helium balloon four years old, his chubby fist gripped the ribbon and he was caught within that red latex that trapped the..

He stood there at the edge of the forest, old tangled and withered he regarded the path going in a dirt line, well-tracked, no leaves o..

Lord my head hurts that was way too much wine there’s money missing from my wallet and I don’t remember letting the dog back i..

I never believed them bombs would fall or them missiles lift from their silos I put my hand over my heart and I swore that them Rooskies were..

If he wants me, he’ll take me it’s not like we’re strangers we’ve shared water and wine and I’ve watched him ta..