he didn't talk gaelic to you
no he did me though
looking right down inside you ...
a sharp intake of breath
contraction rings
similar streaks in the eyes of a man he
was treating for a broken leg
and the eyes of an owl
there were
some flashing lights there and a
cutting feeling ... and then my mum phoned ...
the music is dribbling down the walls
like monster play slime
i don't even really want to think about that
or to think about thinking about it
then again if i was to not
think about it ...
can you call
off your dog please
Im trying to get the maggots off my crutch
and I can smell the fear in your nose ...
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