i was breathing in the fumes
of the morning rags
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it was the same face of every king
that we've ever had
but the hair was parted
on the wrong side
ssstaring out at me from the page with corrupted hard disk eyes
has there been an unsolicited visitor at my flat?
there's a tcp aroma in the hallway,
the milk went sour before its sell by date.
shaken, i await my instructions in the post..
and wonder when i will start learning
about king william the fourth....
when will i
face the sums,
and start following
the trail of crumbs
that they somehow see fit to include but we seldom turn our attention to.
i myself have had a think
about the shape of the scars i will fill with ink
roll my sleeves shut my mouth and let the pictures do the talking for me.
its the fingertips on my windowsill of the witch who switched my vitamin pills
its the fingerprints from my windowsill of the witch who switched my vitamin pills.
its the witch.