Old mate, just heard from Danny you're finding things hard, and that he asked you round for tea. Bless that dear brother, and through him you.
Thinking of you and this came out...
Old mate, don't wait
to let toilet
waste taste
like shit, spew it
to God the bod
who loves (not shoves).
Tell him what lim-
-its feel quite real
and rest your best
and worst, quite first,
on him though dim
to your mind for
we don't (or won't)
see much. Our crutch
for broke- -en folk
is strong (not "wrong"),
and we needy
and sick must quick
lean on it long
& straight, so mate
I think your "drink"
& "food" must crude-
-ly put be naught
but him whose win
is told in cold
hard love. Above
all, know each flow
of life means "knife",
not to your new
cre-a- -tion way,
but to that Blue
Thing Dead which said,
(and still it will)
"poor me", zombie.
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