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i’m going to name this poem burn out is for pussys


i live across from the cemetery
so i see a lot of folk dressed in Sunday

best sat on camping chairs saying names
that haven’t echoed for ages              Sara

& i can’t decide whether it’s more
worthy to be in duty or in service to our people

anyway she prays & i do the same take another
media interview about the latest burglary charges against us

we complain we smoke too much but it ain’t a problem
in fact it’s the only time i take a deep breathe all day Taz says

& me & Cooke nod & innit yeah same

i try herding my angels into one room
at night i’m a little bit sheepdog

surrendering          the fan rotates at our feet
a sunflower oblivious to which way she’s facing


lisa minerva luxx