(c)=Some front took a piss
behind the Art Skip
Empties for lampposts
the bypassers head
shook audibly sad
(c)
The tin ace flew at
no. 8 no need
at any rate lad
(c)
Car park lads chasing
dragons stout beneath
the slender awning
(c)
The waggon in the
dance of rain would come
along one morning
(c)
More than it wore imp
portent quick bounces
off Okocim tins
(c)
Moths onto shoes pole
ish to walk to be
sluiced off dry stone skin
(c)
Y' no better man
than me said he to
passers by the way
(c)
Next day the lipstick
popped & they'd taken
all of it away
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