…

the chemical burns

beneath my panda

eyes – the bright blue

sky upon your

haddock head

& we are battered

chipped & mushy

peas be with you

we are stories

like the distant – stars

a scar in

every twinkle

twinkle little death

& catching – fluttered breath

these scatter cushions

us, the cloudy

early hatchlings

groaning bones but

tomorrow isn’t cancelled

like a zed lister’s

online wrongthink

mister bump is

our spirit guide – life

is a series of un –

fortunate accidents

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