Tuesday, 27 August 2013


 your lips feel like melted wax 
like your gargling a pickled gherkin 

 with your mouth full 

 n your tongue wonks like a cartoon 

 going blurrrraaahhgggg

 misc draft 
2123

a glugging sound 

 like an alien eating a soul







n he had a silly drunken smile 

 n that ticket inspectors eyes 

 were all red n watery 



n you can smell that beaver

 a mile off 










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