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Fag-end, bag-men Tokin up your stubbings. Hi you Joe; That’s my damn bin Get your scabies off my things!   Sup up your fine blend of Scotch Go where cool cats lindy-hop Bet you’re feelin’ tip-top-notch I ain’t never felt so low   Red night, dark light She’s Amsterdam, In stained tights: Sane sucking cock Or a crack pipe. Plunge in the goose-flesh With your knife.   So get your great red lolly-Pop Go where cool kids Lindy hop Bet your feeling tip-to...

I've never been to Paris And I've never been to Rome But I've seen a million places From the comfort of my home And I'll tell you that the best of them The only spot for me Is the groove I've carved with my buttocks In front of my TV

but sky in lake and slow art all could storm milky winter behind my soft lick above the girl soaking the high summer beneath the breeze she threaded clouds some rainbow rose which hazel i have willed inspite of all short come - ings

p((. Where is my Lazarus? I need to be revived Forgiven, for it must be p((. My fault p((. I could have done more, p((. i could have been less. ********** p((. Where is my Sorrow Give me back my Blood, I'm sorry it was p((. I could have done more, p((. i could have been less. ********** p((. Where is my Lonliness? What other penance for Failing family, which was p((. My fault p((. I could have done more, p((. I could have been less.

In Case Of Emergency On my wall, swans graze mud flats In still, brilliant white reeking black, The photo hides behind your back. Next to a tide turns in A Saffron Double-spread; monks marched; now We scent the dead, in Burma. But here it stinks of soft biscuits The atmosphere: no firmer. Our words, like dunkers too long sit Beneath the rim of my hot sips, Are overweight and so break off; Silenced by my smoker’s cough. Mad fits, old biscuits In case of emergency: Lose Wits Once, in New Street...