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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