in scarborough
we saw richard wilson
but no one believed us
we looked for god in york
amongst the money changers
he had gone outside
with the music
in whitby we played boats
pirates the next day
and all the while we were changing
thinking of herrings and eating nuts
she caught a small thing
tiny tiny mouse
ate it
but the bitter entrails remain.
nasty
she could have let it go
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
in scarborough
we saw richard wilson
but no one believed us
we looked for god in york
amongst the money changers
he had gone outside
with the music
in whitby we played boats
pirates the next day
and all the while we were changing
thinking of herrings and eating nuts
she caught a small thing
tiny tiny mouse
ate it
but the bitter entrails remain.
nasty
she could have let it go
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