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Creature!

'You've got to be in it
To win it?'

Or a life spent desperate lonely
Bashing a pencil hand
Against the monolith

And the nation
Beams at the teet

And the writers and intellects
Rest in the cleavage

Happy between
The bosum of tradition
And the void of art

A Nursing Home

Resting my eyes upon the lilies
And my tired mind
Projected forth
To the end of human suffering

Breathe deep with me reader
And feel the warmth
Of a life spent
Whilstling after
Art

And the pretty girls
Between me and
Absolution

Hold up my crown
Merlin Fulcher
And the tracks spelt out
Between me
And destiny.