Friday, May 24, 2019


Whiskey-ripped somewhere
Between Bukowski and the I-don’t-fucking-know
Star struck downed beware
I am not speeding to the red angry in place
Cats mouth their warnings
you are a bit of a bell end right in your face
Late night detachment
Bourbon enchantment
I am not wobbly and I don’t fucking know
this is the bit in the cartridge you must replace
Late night decampment
Late night revampment
Between Bukowski and the imaginary place
Is all the rest of I don’t know.


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