GTX hair

I am sunlight

colour of honey

aromatic fuses

dynamite my being

ignite the perfume

in my eye

like orion

or a bandit 

doing the post office  
cops etc

poor old gina 
point of a gun

not bad spuds these

for a monday

never mind barry sheen

he doesn't have to do my skirting boards  

metal in his knees

gtx hair

canvey sparrow

the good die young

i am the breeze

you can’t digest

diogenes 

your medicine chest

sleeping tablets

baby oil

a dead man's note

slight and faint

a rusty conker

blue and tepid

in your wake

the gentle solace

of a bullet

steeple freefall

mantra heavy

whirling forces

wheels and cogs

i am raining

pigs and frogs. 

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