Graze Monotony (2007)

In Too Deep

I sat down to write you a letter, then it
Dawned
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Like the sun on a pancake
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Or clouds across velvet porridge
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A syrup sponge on break
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On me that you’re illiterate, so I burnt the fucker
The ashes spilling through my blackened fingers
Twisting turning coiling like some adder caught
Caught in a metal brace with no choice but to writhe
But to writhe, and die, for five or ten minutes
Seconds five or ten second
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seconds
A crime in itself is to let these shreds fall into the recesses of
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The carpet
But I do, I can’t, but I do
I’ll scoop it up in a few,
Once I’ve put the typewriter to rights
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fetches shovel
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cos what’s the point of me even writing
when you’re never going to be able to read it?
A spade in its brain, like a good ‘un
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Mechanisms fly out
Like
Like a simile from my mouth when I’m on a profound streak
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goodnight