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This morning I found myself googling words:

dupuytren’s contracture

an afflicted hand or 20 decadent beers?

I was going to write 3 bottles of vodka

yet that made the idea of consideration too lame

 

hyperplastic palmar aponeurosis

I realised a date with me could be scary

my brain like a hyperactive chickens

as I consider selling my thumb for the money

 

I must have been crazy to consider wishing I was 15 years older

I don’t want to talk about my mobile phone contract at all

yet this morning I found myself googling words

and thanking myself I got bored

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here’s an old poem I’m too tired

Tea Stains

 

These days rain keeps falling

banging breaking skin

unfinished memories stick

replay another digit

 

Often I forget other pieces

these regrets sprawled

jogging cider vinegar

I remember taste

 

Blanket filth accompanies

cradling lukewarm tea

sugar numb pain

drinking mine black

 

The days trickle blank noise

pretence streaks made

disposable people

approach the mirror

 

I stare becoming south

discussions create disgust

introducing cognitive flaws

reality swept windwards

 

Other people ring harsh bells

I chime only deaf noise

tea selection remains static

black no sugar strong