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Gary burns Dec 2021
Insanity profanity,  anxiety unstable , mind unable , can't walk no time to talk, knee **** reaction to a basterdised can't work out fraction,  a faint glimour of glamour  , life brung to an abrupt end , Peter Sutcliffe,  ball "pain" hammer
Gary burns Apr 2019
My **** is mostly brown
Liver screams enough
My bowel motion
Is loose

I pour more of my death
It's my only friend
My premature end
Pancreatic dead

My glass is full
My addiction rules
My bed is wet
My heads a mess


It's what it is
The drink
My thrill
The end is upon
Me
My innards
Distilled
You
Gary burns Sep 2022
You
I miss the summer freckles on your face , your chorus like voice
Upped
My pace .
The scent you gave off, when you  graced my place ,
I'll be forever waiting
For these days again .
Memories are just a part of time , but our Memories
Keep me in line .
The freckles on your face , the scent that still won't fade,
Just about keeps me by your side
Gary burns Jul 2021
The belvidere tar ,was soft , picked at with intent ,
Sour leafs often tasted , but never quite ingested
The sap of the finest dandy , seemingly made for a leak in your bed ,

When elvis died,  my first memory of music pain , his Saturday crap movies set a standard,  it was rock n roll, I am not ashamed,

Then punk rock playing from another room,  my dearest brother, oh **** by the buzzcocks,  a new sonic boom .

Music  from the pistols to the bee gees and Handel,  its makes me what I am ,from the summer of 77 tar stained blue sandals

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