f l o w i n g


f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )

eathers on a breeze

      fists in the yeah

      first class stampedes

eaves on the river

      lemons that blow

      lyrics from the otherland

nce the cock is up

      onions shed their skins

      order is reborn

aving like an x-ray

      waddle like a duckling

      when the tongue’s untied

n between ebbs

      itchy rectal passages

      icing me cakehole

evermore’s a nob’ead

      notes the spillage idiom

      now is a cloudburst

lowing inside your

      golden noggin’s

      gobshite hinterland

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