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What happened to those lovely trousers (rough draft)

a monster haunts us
with cut-resistant ballistic pads
carefully cut and sewn
with curves in mind

bright yellow
in the morning courtyard
old tyre caked against shed
and cooling trousers
on the white picket fence

someone has stolen
the pasta machine
hot potato wet tomato
if you hear what your body says then put yr mind
in the de-facto crunch machine

punch out the eyes punch out the eyes

we will not use old memory cards

between foxes and tragedies lies human emotions feeding on chickens
outcrop with empty car
wading into lake with caked bum
caught with trousers down
only permitted the full-on


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