An ode to a twisted home

Claws of conflict clasp at these night-times, Ringing in their screeches in the wails and Obscenities of those too inordinately fucked to care That their slurred syllables carry pathogens of insecurity Two streets down. Bellowing from the chunder-piss-semen-EDM stained alleyway that rears Its ugly drunken head To all that would hear, From Calata to Canterbury, […]

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