if i was 2 write a poem – no if no – hold on if i was to marry you have your baby carry your luggage through Heathrow trust allowing me to trim your moustache u trimming my sideburns - throwing out used collected tampons - hiding the remote letting u throw your farts at me the UFO sized plug – drain cover – listen to it whistle as the water trickles down in its insides too small – the hole too big to plug i will sit on it no that’s not grease from a sausage roll - don’t shake your fist it reminds me of – that is a water print from my scribbling hand love is burping freely no longer keeping hid typical – bodily what typical functions of the body shitting putting loo roll down first pissing the door shut eating with fist to mouth chewing silently - do it loud enough now to – wind you up watch you go love is heedless laughter wonder you are disgustingly lovely – my dear give us a kiss no no not an elbow in my ribs are u drunk yes ioz’m drunk look it is almost happy hour pisshead yourself would you rather i listen to your snoring fits n starts this won’t make sense later i’m always trying to be somebody as if i don’t quite fit myself i quiver in this shell \of flesh bones clumsy – difficult to control who reads the instructions i don’t understand Japanese i learnt French – in school but now all i can remember is bonjour and oral examinations which were never what i thought they may be and an enthusiastic teacher who had a voice which boomed and he was expressive in his gestures manner of a pm mp seemed to like me- he left suddenly a lot of people – familiar faces have left me without say so as if i didn’t need to be aware of their leaving but kind faces- encouraging voices do not often stay eventually they leave me with their lessons have i taken any of it in – still i walk the darkened pathway. ✱✱✱
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