Bird Boxes in Beer Gardens (demo)

History (demo)

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all van gogh's absinthe trips
to lucid dreams and works of art
yet to be imagined
manifest in me merely as 
crumbling teeth
a dusty mouth
and ineffectual punches doing little to the faces of 
my enemies
spitting sand and pieces of enamel
while nursing bloody hands
this is certainly nothing like
the starry night

hey now 
dont you think its dangerous for you
to fly so high in a sky 
made of custard and glue
i suppose
you're like icarus today
he could never free his head
from the brown bag 
anyway

at a friendly bbq 
late last year i heard to old men
discussing all the flavours and textures
of wood pigeon 
rich and gamey
and i wondered how much nicer it would taste
than the ones
near boots where people queue up for their methodone
surely something that survives
on scraps of food from cooplands
must at least taste good

Von Balmoos