Poem -

old JACKS....

THE
music is banging and
YOU'RE
on the floor, oh you lunatic
CRAZY
a sister for sure, you
CALL
me to join you now I'm
ON 
the floor, shit I'm pissed is
THAT
shape there a ceiling 
OR
door, now you're prancing 
AROUND
me and I'm prancing
TOO
look around sis,
IS
this mind fuck or 
ZOO
cos the music is banging and 
WE'RE
on the flooor with old
JACKS
in our hands but our
SHOES
are no more, you
ARE
crazy, I'm crazy and this
NIGHT'S
a ball, grab my arm I'll
GRAB
yours and together we'll
FALL...

M P 25/6/23

 

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