Wednesday 19 March 2014

TOO MUCH 2




too much inner dialogue of ill hot thoughts
to get my
burnt hiding mind round tomorrows real future

too much

so 
i
ran
from
the spot light of accidental university
to the retail rut of shift work mall 
killing me every dawn over greasy spoon breakfast
where time crushed its top hat 
standing on its subjective head

too much
too much - i poured neat cheap rum in bitter black coffee
and smoked a smokeless hash pipe
on the two trains home 
after found whisky and babbling high existentialism 
in 
that 
mad 
guys 
van



1988 ford escort by scott barrett







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