Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Monday, 16 April 2012


I had you so close that you had me
I could see your nose hairs intimately
I was akin to the freckles on your back
The pink pimples that ended up unfatal
I want to get older than what you knew
I think I am half way thereabouts
We only shared pipes, stouts
And hatred

That's not true
It's too twee
For you
Or pithy
You would snort
You would push your face into that stanza
And declare your genius
Before being sentenced
To similar atrocities
Then you'd take the hemingway out
The long lonely unshaken cocktail of

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