1933
6.107
17.iv.25
victim of the world
even a little bottle conspires
it’s green through the glass and
darkly
I’m falling over with it
falling all the way around
the world and it was done to me
climb into climb out of day and night
can’t hear you, let me say it again
I hide behind a piano, a car
I’m one of those ones day gets up
without
don’t blame me, I live in a bottle
swim in a bong, I swallow, take in
it’s not so simple, you don’t
understand
you forget where you are
where you are forgets
of course it’s an art to be, to be me
all hearts broken, all bets off
I’m the eggshell one, let’s party
you’re like a great dark cloud
you’re raining on my party again
always do it, don’t you?
say that I’ve said that already?
I’m just coming to the point
it’s like the sea, exciting, how we
bob about … can do no wrong
I’m wronged … yes, there are things
I ought … I forget … I know that
time is running out … you’re my
behover’s witness… that’s what
I’m coming to you through a hole
in the brain … we’re expanding
operations there … everything’s
going to fall out soon
how will they speak of me gone
as must be? will it be
‘victim of the world’ was? forget
everything that could
there, but for the grace
where the little gods go
my back is what they talk behind
it’s what’s happening right now
they all find it hard to forgive
how at my brink – catastrophe
the world was a big mistake
I know I’m difficult and worry
that I worry them… it’s my party
I’m the jinnee, that’s who!
bet I can’t squeeze back in there
and stopper me, won’t you?
I’m not coming out
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