Posted off that lump of shit up there above the date and time
fuck all else to do since the flea circus folded,
the barn owl coughed,
and we burnt down the lunatic asylum
wonderful weather out there, nonetheless
no hot water to speak of,
you await the seagull interregnum.
Where's the presripted drugs?
Everything but the Oromorph
coming today. scant revenge for the Valladolid lawn atrocity,
the blank candour of the rurales, the suffering of Juteland gnomes,
the crisp decaying thyme of long,
deglected windowsills, the simperings of Little Matty,
the drudgery of elevenses, the carnal whelp of bob tailed dactyls
the maple leaves of bicameral arcadia...