red stains
devil’s horns
reborn
in claret
plonk
no fancy moniker required
you are mired
in the juice
and loving it
til
palpitations
recriminations
resolutions
quashing dissolution
absolution
one solution
it won’t happen
you ain’t got the stomach
for the fight
say your prayers
goodnight.
not my city anymore o, Melbourne gone the Biting Eye Catcher Thumping Tum Sebastian’s Bertie’s Southern Cross bar jazz haunts folk dives...
different toilets in the night no guiding light strange bed wrong height no morning tea no toast no shower up at an ungodly hour...
man stands naked on the platform muscular and hairy shiny taut ready for our eyes our charcoal and our rubbers man stands naked and...
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