7 Eccles street

urban happiness
sapping goat’s milk from the trees
biking through the fields

working for nothing
loogie out her inner ear
fika on the stumps

golden off the leash
narcissist in G minor
go round ground hallow

lusting lost lovers
sins on sins in wasted sheets
amoeba crotch stains

stupor acid rack
rice pudding and precious stones
aquarianos

you’ll never be right
expect things will stay the same
live life anyways

kept hearing humans
big fat grey and spread above
speckled horizon

meaning off wander
thicker into the distant
all fours surrounded

happened to my mouth
caught jellies with your daughter
even less than that

sweetie missed her flight
through softest scottish moaning
blades glazed the nostrils

genuine invite
laced with hopeful fantasies
not too changing life

dreams of sober feel
not the same as different
truth has surfaces

do I drunken live
wandering Bloom’s intestines
for the greater good

fuck smell off jaiken
44 the new report
playing in the sludge

anyway lookit
high ho the Daley oh no
whiskey for the dame

try’na get respect
self imposed diaspora
new broken arts club