Vial of Dye [White]

You’re drunk at a party
And the one you love is there
They’re asking their friend
Why take Sundays off when
You can get / time and a half
And you’re sitting on the roof
Like an idiot kissing your hand
Pretending you hear the music
Over the blood in your head

Tom Snarsky

nightmare I lurk in it

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alley shadows skirting me

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tentative her hand splinters

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rising from mist second highest hill

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spilt ink in grimaces

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petrol haze moon as cataract

John Hawkhead