Wednesday, 5 May 2021

Two Two Glasglue


The Fluer de Lys sing a version of Circles, as her

long lens snapped at his. I didn’t put on my best for

this kiddy shite, the world is round the corner and man,

I want to hear the thud and bounce of ball on wall, an’ all

your doings are getting me soaked.


In this game, pigtailled charm, don’t cut it. You can

cast your heart if you like, but my trainers are spanking, this is

an orbit, in which I won’t admit, I want to glow too.

But, in these lines of best-fit, chewing on the words of others,

just makes me spew.

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