Outdoing apparently The One Where
I lie by the lakes reading Beckett
-the novels not the plays-
top off, baby, top off
skinny ribs on parade
eating raw carrots because it was
what it was
was a good year for the carrots
Back home but not home, sporting
radioactive shoulders
scalded chest and cindered nose and
a residual collapse of the internals
resulting in a prolonged spell of
occupation also liberal application
of calamine lotion, the only solution
in those times
And all to a soundtrack
of the Birthday Party whose
raging vampire distress was not intended
but ideal for exposure to the
brutal surprise of
Early Sun in England
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