three deaths

– she was my friend a lifetime ago, blonde hair,
danced a lot,
we used to watch Grease laying on her carpet –
she opened up her wrists in a bath –
when her mum found her it looked like red dye had been added to the water –
her blonde hair flecked with red spots
– he was a borderline alcoholic and feel asleep on the tube,
I think his hair was to cool –
he always had a cough he hung himself
just before Christmas and he was found with shit in his pants,
it was cold
inside and out
– under a foreign sun he was blown up by a fridge,
killed by faulty wiring with no travel insurance,
a Buddhist monk cremated him so we could fly him home on the cheap.
At his funeral a man was seen getting a blow job from a prostitute.


One comment


    Earth Kremlin read about Nigerian golden good –
    your prince cutlery disguise in 52 – –
    This place feels faceless
    where’s the money victim man?
    they’ve started a St phoned Petersburg jazz poor fall –

    Have you felt the sight arms go up?
    A replica trying to SCAM Yoko and her dolls
    Russian jazz is enough for a face
    to e-mail you on every backstreet human –
    get behind the line wouldn’t you want a giant humanoid barber peeling a banana?


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