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Jun 27
just the explosion of thought
like my hands
is tugged
i don't recognise:
i don't remember her:
Edie:
Ilona
Promis
Helen
Eva
Hilary...
            Melanie and Reyla
i think
when women asked me
to get back into the workforce
and mothers
asked me to drive them around
so get a license
oh honey honey honey
i could be your lifeguard...
honey...

like you back from work...
and people think you're a security
guard
but you come back from
work
your drink
and get high
and your mind explodes
and it's like the antithesis
of the asylum
and you're a poet pro bono
and lawyer
pro bono
against philosophers
journalists and Wembley
wanted so much love of
what Tottenham was getting
they drafted me in as Quadrant...
and i was supposed to make
Wembley feel special again...
because i made the Cockrelle special more...
because i worked
with Africans and that's just Carysle:
and that sort of quasi prison
quasi army
security industry mentality...
like if we were truly desperate
there's this bandwidth... of "thinking"...
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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