Babel on the Black Market





Hand them thy initials (P.S. move along)

issue out #’d Penance

disheartened cards fall to resemble

a Coo Coo Ca Choo

(find new definitions, if you dare)

babble on a plate

thoughts are wide

cod in a gimp mask

rolling around limp

turf war won by Saca Distel only because he remembered to wear turn ups for rain and a magnolia in his lapel

Romans- Romans- Romans a country for a fag light them -light them- light them I’m afraid the next hour will probably drag

Tender is the Night (@ the World’s Fair the Mother Killer is not Our Type)

read by Alice (way before she looks into perplexing perspex)

she seemed to enjoy it but that ain’t a lyrical tribute as Frank already left us and will hear none of it


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