6 September 2013

Thirteen Lines In a Storm

The Hammer
Sleeps undisturbed
Beneath the white lightning and
Punk rock thunder

Too sleeps undisturbed
By the electric Frankenstein sky and
Motorcycle club throttling

I lay trembling like a pink fucking fairy

Eventually Sonja gets up
Goes to bathroom, flushes
The flutter valve does not close properly
Water tinkling down the shit pipe lulls me to sleep

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