behind blue walls for the third time in a while
thems curtain chatters round the ridge of the
sweet jesus gut roar that swallows all
'are you a heavy drinker?'
'no no now? no not now'
pethidine goes in first (in the arse)
but its still there
'give it a while'
so for a while its wait crunch wait hurl gulch
wait
hurl wait wait wretch hurl and
in a while
still there
so in goes the diaphene
(actually in the arse - twas a dark night of the hole)
'pregnant women swear by it'
i didn't
so fucking finally
the morphine
more please
and ahhhhawwwwwllll is well so well even the sound of
the poor bastard shitting himself the bed over drifts like
gods

own


love