It’s been a bad day
Picking bones,
Sat upright with my phone
My brain is a jukebox
Of never forgotten favourites.
Song One, Guilt,
How did you not see it coming?
You’re disgusting and careless.

Song Two, no, not Blur,
Au contraire, sharp as hell,
I wonder what dad’s doing now…
Song Three,
A quickstep,
Give it all up, 
You may as well,

Song Four
A cacophony in gold
Beauty is nowhere near,
Song Five,
Hospital radio,
And this one goes out to Arthur
Who is dying of stupidity,

Song Six,
A winter hymn,
Time for rain again,
Song Seven,
A lullaby in off-white,
Telling me that I’ll never
Be pure.


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