Three Poems

They'll never know

They'll never understand

Peter my only kiss

On that rickety bed

Sweating

Arms around buttocks

Etcetera



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Whispering about me in corners

Stealing my own stuff

Mummy's boy artist

Waiting for nothing



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On the Sofa

Densly packed dreams

Cushty leather

Cash in hand

-AP

Milan Milan Milan

-LPM

Double Portrait: AC/Vilebrequin (race weight)

- LPM

Double Pink

-LPM

Cycling Socks

-LPM

Rhinoceros morning

-LPM

Each night each night more vulgar than the last

I have four sheets of err paper in front of me. Fuckers are trading in cheap sentimentality and against it too hehe, err heh yeahh well we were glorious thinking back, bastards! We did it the way nobody else could have – and that’s testament to our youth and the instant generosity of it heh- BASTARDS! - same usual shit uhuh, ha-ha.

I go to bed each night - haha yeh I go to bed each night.

Getting tarted up and going out on the town. No- there is another death that’s been renounced; walking away with nothing but just the usual casual - that it ends there for tears and aspirations etc. Yeah I'll go to bed

-LPM