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the night smells of tobacco and scent

and tastes of alcohol and procreation

time marches on

unyielding

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Burrowing through tunnels

and in one

you are nicer than I remember you last

In to the daylight

war paint and camouflage

one thousand traverses

In air thick as mud

I wade through Languages

That I try and fail to speak

My fraudulent words painfully obvious

Amongst their native tongues

And so I retreat within

Earth covers uncovers

I wait impatient in the wings

And sometimes weeks go by before it is light again

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One early evening at King's Cross

Where even angels feel a sense of loss

I was making up for last night's flu

For I hath fed on honey-dew.

Never one to miss a trick, I

Turned quite slow and gave the eye,

If my soul was meant for sale

Then why a man so old and frail?

A high court judge? Or drunk MP?

Paying for head and secrecy.

But slowly pulling along the side

I knew it wasn't for a ride

And winding down his window said

"I've lost my bloody A-Z.