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Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the time-life-guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch Drowning in the real The thief of baghdad hides in islingtown now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A vietnamese flower, a dockland union A mistress of release from a magazines thighs Magdalenes contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of a swastika of 45 parading a peroxide standard Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is brixton chess A knight for embankment folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatmans coin Hell fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call And linger with the heartburn of good fridays last supper Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised
