Teira Naahi

Thursday, June 29, 2017


The last call from the floor was given

That folly train had well and truly been ridden

An empire arose but said no more

Butterfly girl had flapped out the door

And i drunk long

And i drunk hard

For the memory of that sister

How we never did star

With the yellow moon rising 

Over the city this night

Beer laden urine 

Poured fourth to the blind

And blind as i was

I was blinded no more

Singing songs from the gutter

Never heard of before:

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