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thy eternal summer

faded in the eighties

      in the eighteen eighties

      then died from yellow fever

death’s head april

is the cruellest moth

      squint if snogging

      balls in all drawers then

pen another scattered then

& expand the symptoms

      of i.b.s

      as i.o flippin’ u

nothing in the stench of

another love sonnet

      pickled like the spheres

      of a mind in malt vinegar

piss another year

up the garden wallchart

      while spring sings

      long gone songs

of bards behind bars

& troubadours in lieu

      music is the glue

      & the rest is done with mirrors

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