Who made the mince meat pie with the god
Fillings
good gravy! it’s not for nothing this plate
Of
memories I set before you not for the spent
Luster crumpled
and gasping in a dark corner
Not for the
now the time for lyric secrets or before
You can
even finish telling your dream a flicked
Cigarette
arcs like a star across your path hello!
Guess
who lounges just in the shadow beyond
A
streetlamp not leaving there until you arrive
With
all your desecrated charm all your grandma’s
Impenetrable
recipes for elation? we could be pair
Of
eyeglasses or scissors for instance arms open
For
a turn of light that hardly ever shines these days
Of
course we’re talking here not about the living
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