Thursday, 16 February 2012

Night Time Is The Fight Time

listen all you ragged dolls
to the midnight chimes run
rifled spirits slake a claim
to the rattling lights of your
basal vein plugged
and filled to boiling brim
vinegar, piss
and burning vim quivered
hammer ten fingers wound
redeemed for one look
in most market towns

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