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Written by Godfrey Bletch
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Yellow stained tears Fall down your rose scratched chin Into a mirrored pool on the formica.
Limes and ginger abound in your charming kitchen, Sweaty puss and lamplit drug addled youth Scrape at the chrome furnishings.
There you stand in your dressing gown Drinking the infusion Imagining the hay loft and the three gargoyle abbey.
Simon P slams the think tank door Heads for the local argument Driving while drunk, vapour released and minted.
Cold, so cold In Draylon and gauze underwear Lying in the forget-me-not and cowslip parsley meadow bed
A house is a house A dream is not built, but remains a dream Shafts of light intersect the dust in a glittering inhaler display
So, lemon women The spark plug is replaced A gigglebit of memories slotted in next to the 'doing' card.
What now and where with all ? Down into the showering rain For a skip in the mudlight brown, wet earth
Au Revoir Goodbye, well done For scratching out the hole with a teaspoon, you have done well.
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