Buckle up Fluffy
Poetry waffle irons and shambolic blathering
Apr 27, 2026 · 1 min read
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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