Red yellow blue mold
I feel rare, feel sandwich, crusts and all
Salad side and onion rings, my heart
My heart, my heart is
Spiralling Ha! Luminous cheese grills me
Picnicked sat smoking cheese and flowers,
Blackbirds and white mosque towers
7am
Imagine me in Bethlehem
Chit chat with the King of Man
1 hour later; I got a begging, excuse me, begging bowl in hand
In London, underground with the
Choo Choos, faces like cheese squares stuck fast
In lives lasting forever I watch go past
Not smiling, not anything, as dead as a rat scurrying across
Electric rails in a tunnel
9am
I am I am I am singing Sundays praise with a can of super strength atop
A man called Trafalgar standing in a fountain,
Pigeons? What pigeons?
I am still in with a chance of a
Good day by ten am, but it may
All go emmental holes
Tastes flavour fall, but you know how it goes don't you?
The cheese bored have been lying around all week
And Sunday could legover me
Like a Gorgonzola left in heat
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