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Euston Station (3-12-09)

our pores
have opened
too soon
the spam
of an open
we sit
in Nero
after the meat
in a soy cup
you taste
like Christmas
lines are x-ings
this is not
a singing
the peasants
have sold
beep! beep! beep!
there is fur
on yr toilet
My heart is
shuffled it
is intelligent it
is a lot
like me
poetry is cheap
I hunger &
and at the
of my hungering
I hunger
some more


Sean Bonney said…
nice one
postpran said…
thanks Sean :-) I hope that plague is starting to lift!!!!

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