Scribbled on the back of a public retirement home

[With a big Smile On My Knuckles, the bend of my arm, the valour of my struggles]

Let’s be friends through pricks and Gin
Let’s be mates through haze and paint thinners
Let’s hold hands for world peace while we, descend into the crushing waves of the horizon
Let’s wait on our lips and drink the tonic instead
Let’s figure out how to break down this insoluble high
Let’s be friends no matter how deep our lows bow
Like veins hiding between your toes
Dissolve…
What?
Dissolve…
Let’s not.

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Hold aloft the crown of thyn jovial Constipations

A Can of bathtub infusions
Salts the essence of my tears,
How they scrub me deeply, firstly
and undo me, only, in the second act of this unholy, theory,
Sullen, drowsy,

Take pity with a drink for a knock on my liver
sprouts a bloom in my urethra

A Tongue lashing from my lover,
in the mirror
Who stares when I close my eyes, only…
Only…
I am hungry for my one and only.
My Last breath. My empty eternity.

If you do not mind me, death sang, then I am lonely
But I do mind you, I began, ’tis living I abhor mostly

God Mode Sue

Driving down the road
Sue Van Wyk loses control,
Slow the car down
Accelerator Peanut butter (jam)
Jello, Electro.
Teen Boozers Skate Bored Over Rail Infested Parking Lot
Out of Control Out of my way.
Lost The Plot.
Skid thirteen-mark-five miles
swerving in-between and around cyber-jacked bodies.
Pause.