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bear traps bear traps everywhere
and not a bear to trap in this backwood
also i'm thinking that clearly magicians
have an unfair advantage over the common man
when it comes to being strip searched
a retinal scanner for a glass eye
or a leapfrog over a roundabout
that's how stunatic left buju's snooker cue
in the back of a written off van in the west country
kicking up red sand i think i see emma ridley
when i'm lost on a golf course at night sleep deprived
in a squall while you're in spain with your little sister
trying to avoid the jellyfishes sting.
i'm sticking my fingers down my throat again
and throwing up nothing but alcoholic bile
kneeling in the street with my face down on the pavement
and my mullet in the road and my fingers down my throat
i'm retrograde i'm regressing i'm devolving back to soup
a single celled organism in a primitive tin can
no ringpulls jar windows i'm stig of the dump i'm the missing link
with the rigid spine that can't bend backwards to look up at night sky
replacing a long term relationship with stargazing was Sam 'Afro' Hughes advice
to the unkempt boy that shared his namesake mis-sized odd lengths
singing spiritualized but it's out of tune at the front of
the top floor of the dishevelled double decker bus
that we took to school.
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