Thursday, 31 December 2015


Your machines
are miniscule
Your time is elastic,
stretching on
Like the waste band
The wasteland
Of your yoga pants
Your car goes from
0 to 'fuck me' on
The never-ending oil rig
Of your dad's money
Your sex is rapid
Sorry, I mean
You like to 'make love'
Within the span of a
Men's magazine article
Read while taking
A shit
And you flush
Your diet
Down the drain
For protein shakes
And avocados and
Artisnal brown bread
And I would like to
Read you this
But you want
Bite sized dreams
Universe in a sentence
The world in a ball
And the sky
Within your veins

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