Friday 24 July 2020


The door swings
its luck and electrum
there is no room at the inn
cancelled alcohol reminders 
'he earns more money than the lot of 
us all combined'! and I'm so glad 
I'm not in school, boss!
on your friend ladder steps
its me gumption! its me galley braided 
none-chops, I'm the version that you needle
bred with morning hands 
in the red stay of light, you shielded and dug me 
in hardener thank you I will work 
in vine leaf image, perf naive the lot
and take the bullet in the heart 
which could only be so voluntarily
debased to be left as voice memos