having shot like shit to a call of red we met raining bottles as the culprits fled
like ten pin balls down a pedestrian walk
the dye was cast well across the line of talk
with tempest high and indignance full, we chased each cunt like a village bull
While the first took off, still throwing things the other got knocked down beside the bins
gravity dumped that all but athletic fuck
and fate pulled the draw strings;
on his pathetic luck .
Curled in to be ironed out
Was apocalypse now his muffled shout
his face served claret upon ecstatic hyena, labourig at their feast,
As he squealed disturbingly, worse than camakazie wilderbeast.
His nose spread like tulip bud in July
splashed scarlet petals for his mouth and each eye
His boat race a car crash
this two weeks short of valentine's
His partner in cheap crime
slung weapons of mere distraction
from the coward's haven of distance
before slyly fading into the night,
like odour of excrement through a wide open bathroom window
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