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Crooked Circle
peripheral prose
A crooked circle forming the basis of a relation-pip
How does that circle encapsulate everything as it goes round and round — falling off the counter eventually
It stands itself up — brushes off the deadwood — shin-tangle — cotyledon and thicket then chases the group across the plains of county Kent
Shred your heart till it’s dead
Fill your lungs till they bleed in slip-tide water
Hit him up with a blunt needle and plug him in
Armed drone footage of clasped men dragging druggist —
Propped up against the window
Bury me in the air
Fuck me on this earth’s dire fog and dog shite landfill
Let flight take me to juniper berries and hollies
Lilies yellow and gold
Shin guards splint the axe grinding it in time
To the song that goes like this
