A desiccated heart
Stares at me
From the back of a pack of fags
Discarded on the road
Among the daisies The big daisies,
that are more like flowers than wild weeds
The daisies you’d be sure to wear in your hair
If you’re going to San
Francisco
As a hippy in the 60’s.
On the internet John Snow is dead
It probably happened in a book first
One of The big books
For the gobshites to read
During the big game
Love Stories and Great Battles abound
The astronaut aborts
Out here in the stars we’re like embryos
Down here we're like embryonic Astronauts
contemplating Jazz and Abortion
contemplating Jazz and Abortion
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