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Three in a Bedsit (for
John Neil)
Lunacy is loose
in my room
Like a stereo
left on ‘Repeat’ . . . . .
Wall to Wall
failure built in
Well, I have picked my pals
– such strange fruit
Trash is still growing, unstoppable it seems
on Yesterday’s tree
And I’m treading, giddy, through Turds
steaming still
So, I try
not to ‘remember’ the smell.
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