The ant crawling on my skin
heated by hot beams of sol solace
the world’s fucked but people won’t care
while they can get a tan and girls skin goes bear.
I didn’t do much writing
distracted by all I survey
Lose an hour laying on the grass
snoozed in public purvey,hope didn’t go foetal.
beer at the beach, reconcile yourself with reality as it is
and as it was.
Emo girl in the Queue,piercing and natural looks
“You really need me to go back in ,don’t you?”
pink Angel delight
Ducks in my earholes.
bag like a dead sloth eating the womb of the earth tearing at it’s uterine linning until it bleeds like Fracked sediments.
why so hot and cold Pasty tax
Castro and the pope compare gibbet rope
for the public gallery of hating humanity
uninspired over the green railway bridge
shit all for sandwhiches in the fridge.
explosive blue spark lightswitch.