Sunday

where you going
MATE
aldwych underpass..

going down

hit once.. (trashed camera)
10 hail marys
five horns a honking
a debris pound coin
i feel at home with it
my harddrive died
i mourn my wasted yrs within it

did i say you could
does it count
amount
we can't.
well now that's out of the way
do you want to?

the door opens
own accord,
do we believe in ghosts now?
was that rape or just
the hag in a bear suit
pushing my face into the pillow
a patient sodomisation

i moved beds

i think i'm                   a safety match
rescratch me

7am on a sunday
nothing
complete
nothing