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Trembling in his

own arms arrested

by hunger to walk home



the moon sickle

points to its own

tremulant rays

with the frightening

obscurity of Van Gogh



Super cans of

giant blue open

up and breathe

fizzling golden Smarties

into the atmosphere

and a homeward gas cloud

of rotten apples



crosses staggering

bridges in starlight

desirous of toppling

in the wetness of

obscurity



stands motionless

at crossroads

smokes watching

the transluscense

hit the sky



an enviable beard of

uneaten dinners

a dark sleepwalker

of the visions at night

he is the old meandering

shagpile who knows what

comes out underneath

a man wise with obscurity

never to be a parent



we are pregnant with

a universal

nomadic desire

embodied in that beard



proud parents

of LynxSure --

-- FairyDettol

abortionists

pragmatic and

sterile



we all bought

the ticket tho

we don't

choose the numbers



the machine does

tho maybe the

Lottery men pick

the machine (or

name it)



point being

the toothless hero

of starlight would

rather be drinking

Havana or Harp

but they gave him

a Super

so thats what he

drank



point being

drinking champagne

or cider

he still walks in

circles

trying to go home