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Dickheads

Word to the wise:
If you are going to try to blow up an airport,
And there’s a chance you might fuck it up -
Don’t do it in Glasgow.

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In my thirties

Now I’m in my thirties,
And although I am loathe to admit,
The world and I are changing;
In short – I’m going to shit.
No longer will the page of a newspaper turn,
Without a quick lick of the finger.
And there’s a hand at my back and a groan on my lips,
When I bend to retrieve others’ litter.
At unheld [...]

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My girlfriend went to Glasto

This year,
My girlfriend went to Glastonbury.
I didn’t.
That was a bit shit.

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Teeming,
Overflowing;
Breached.
I don’t know…
I can’t…
I simply have
Nowhere
To put it,
To keep it safe,
And with me.
I’m so tired –
From persistent inaction,
And constant ongoing.
Damn, it’s so,
It pushes so hard,
Driving through my stomach
To fill my throat,
Clamp me down
In an extended moment.
Rolling;
Rolled;
Over and over,
Thrashed and thrashing.
A cacophony of the mind
Thrust into the flesh,
Thoughtless thought
That I cry to call me.
Can I find [...]

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In the garden of the pub,
Watched by the raucous sound of alcohol
And the light of friends and revellers,
Stolen touches and soft glances
Beckon and welcome.
At a restaurant table,
Under the chattering gaze of satiety
And the scent of desire and hopes,
Proffered smiles and made advances
Edify and calm.
But from within,
Freed of the soft impurity of dimension
And the regard of [...]

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