The
White Album
there are some people mourn
dead singers with such passion
see
they don’t have enough horror
in their lives Lynchy today he
fell
he broke his last leg
it’s another
hospital for him
we talk about
shrinking up our tumours
using apple cider vinegar
how the dogs are fretting we
sort out lifts for those
who need to visit
I was just thinking
of him too
Lovely. Painful. Soul. Your poem.
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