Friday, 8 April 2016

every night about eleven o clock

seven days a week
seven days a week
i dream about death
downright pathetic
it's past prophetic
not even poetic
but i worry

seven days a week
seven days a week
i dream about death
stumbling fumbling
vomiting epilectic
episodes of death
grandfathers and
lovers all fallen
except me

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