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the girl behind the counter at threshers wordlessly colour co-ordinates my clippers
to whatever ripped rocked ragged shirt and shellsuit bottoms that i'm wearing at the time
shades various like my eyes change colour colourblind & sunburnt for the first time
in dry strip of mediterranean skin
which for once has its advantages
but i'm working on a studio tan
for these halfwit nits & disgruntled peasants
like myself all scraping resin like it's treasure
treated with total reverence
influence of... what?
influence of effluents
this is not effortless by any means
since my early teens i was a dim constellation
but if it's any consolation
the view was dizzying.
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