ADRIFT, cut off, separated, the dysfunctional child
in need of a Jean Harlow mummy and Harry's wet
blanket on a wire frame, the junk is directionless
in the me old china sea, like a tea leaf spinning on
the surface of a haiku
Don't worry me hearties, when all is done and lost
like after the volcano, after the holocaust
you can always have a cuppa cha.
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