Down it goes.
Shitting away one last
bout of hypochondria
like newborn worlds out
of some aussie outback whore
Backtracking my way
through another five
ten pages of the latest
blood work stool samples nerve
mustard cambodian loempia snack.
On to the den with my jeans
belted around my ankles
buckle dragging chink-a-clack
as with the Scottish undead
walking armour
Still the colours so vivid.

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