Monday, December 31

Eve's Eve / O River No River

too many organs too good to die
so out nothing to do I just laid and lied
and looked at the ceiling and dranked
(A silverfish? No some lint)
and I dranked and drinking drank on

tomorrow’s new year’s I could have
put a bet on; twenty quid says I do nowt
but looked at the ceiling and dranked
so no for me; so lacking
and I dranked and drinking lived on
o river no river
what came
in rains

has blurred
the edges
completely

so river no river
more a lake
but skinny

shakes itself
in forms for-
ward there

go river no river
cosy tree roots
in brown lips

bled folds in the
farmer’s field
decline

tho river no river
submitted now
will erect

banks and trembling
reeds when the
summer dries

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