morning air- time you put out your dirty laundry

when each breath inhaled  
leaves embers across the throat  
you got not much choice  
but to burn
and spit malice  

hypocrisy is good for health  
otherwise those Lycra clad cyclists  
wouldn't burn the morning air  
pissing me off the road  
as am driving home
 
i like where i live  
they all say that  
when was the last time  
they gave a passing fuck  
about the place  
 
banks and beaches  
places adored  
where the rivers and seas  
throw the shit back at you  
get what you owe  
 
 
i like cold burns  
sorting the freezer  
found some old memories  
frozen  
in blood  
of the dead lamb  
 
spilling bile  
is good for the soul  
they say  
mocking poetry  
jerking off.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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