alfie lee writing


This poem needs something

After i'd heard
i had a beer, took a bath, charged my phone,
took my time after all.
For something as paltry as love.
Is this it?
Is that all?
Is this what it means to be alive?

Bicycle carcass.
Over the moon.
Run away with a fuck and spoon.


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