Anti Fasti
First affray yields up a brutal piece of string
meagre garner Erik Bloodaxe blows
over deep purple fog occludes
cursed ashtrays drip
full of tat & vine
notes: wheelbarrow spring to repair,
astro lingo turns down the bingo
wrong sort of sleep on the tracks
one of them funny old facts
doing all the right things slant
attend mutters of great importance
perfume of torched digestives
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