into the night
so anyway
next time
yr standing
in line
at the shops
70 days
into a somatic
low grade
kick in the balls
with a depression
darker than a
northern winter
all fucked up
on alcohol
debt & loneliness
& the teenage
girl doing check out
enquires after yr
health & well-
being it's probably
best to smile
all polite & say
not bad, thanks
not too bad
then pay up & bag up
& move for the exit
cos you've both got
some living to do
N
mean
O
ing
TH
in
ING
rothko
painted
empty
graves
~all poems by Paul Harrison
The Last Disciple First
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