Poem under construction...
jewellery
heist
on a bus
to nowhere
these charmers
calibrate their instincts
adjust
their overwear
cancel . . . that, I didn't mean that!
and don't tell Michael
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit
just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit closer now
shining from the window the street the warehouse collective
my pills disarmed I knew the code
so easily what he did to me
though we had all the choice in it
so slow the passacaglia as I slough my life
thank god there is a plug
to let the blood out
EINE KLEINE!
risible dirigible