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Gobshite Oracles
Eulogized, by a bottle of Snapple, I snap my garter as I
listen to Rachmaninoff and some gobshite oracles.
Through my mind's chimney top and cracks in my dark
stove pipe hat. Taking a shine, to the hermit in the mirror,
a "Weekend at Bernie's." Thinking that I am Poe. Another
drink, another blackout of a living corpse. Where the fuck
are my sunglasses get those frigging crows off my shutters.
Welcoming you my Fonzie moment.
listen to Rachmaninoff and some gobshite oracles.
Through my mind's chimney top and cracks in my dark
stove pipe hat. Taking a shine, to the hermit in the mirror,
a "Weekend at Bernie's." Thinking that I am Poe. Another
drink, another blackout of a living corpse. Where the fuck
are my sunglasses get those frigging crows off my shutters.
Welcoming you my Fonzie moment.
Published 5th Sep 2023
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5th Sep 2023 9:30pm
A very different write . I love reading others poems / writing as it’s like opening a tinder box of secrets.
Great write ✍️
Great write ✍️
5th Sep 2023 9:35pm
5th Sep 2023 11:44pm
5th Sep 2023 11:45pm
