to David Hazell, hearing the call of the pipes...


Some serious business



There was an old shit-house in Tangiers,
public, of course, and used by everyone,
so you could not enter,
because the whole house was full of shit,
so you just had to shit outside,
standing on the safe side of the threshold
with your arse inside
and fire.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-10-18 at 12:47

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