Buckle up Fluffy

insipid institutional colours

empty echoing hallways

bouquet of cabbage and vomit

Unrequited love

Corpsing to an audience of two

fancy footwork in curly clown shoes

a gutful of self pity

and brown bag cheap booze

I sit in her spambox a greased tin unopened

a sad sack of broken / records

Vinyl plush crushed rocks

damson eyes brimming

in pin cushion shallows

sweated meat cuts

cut cheap in easy street

an autumn sun crashes

steam in the ocean

and a broken / windowpane

Velveteen britches

slashed to the core

what it means to be a bore

in the lead life of those you adore

a vaulted spire,a spike,a shored up

second hand bicycle / flat / tired

cow handlebars chewing

a flood of cud/ tastebuds / verdant

a fermentation

ostentatiously brewing

strewing fresh rushes over the blood

stained fist fight late night floorshow

it’s such a shitshow isn’t it?

writing about it

only to sit alone in the second hand drugstore

nursing the last broken cup

with only a pencil

for a friend.

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