those chippy times
the chip shop on dark corner
a lockup in corrugated bitumen
breathing windows as bright as angels
on a night of the fallen wings
half way from the half way inn
out of the darts’ stare chalking
the score board on another black
guard what you say mate
at this time of night alright
get it like
your round and be quick about it
right
like last night and tonight
i’ll see you tomorrow right
right
great
tidy like
gissa chip mun
salt n vinegar
tweet now
shit it’s starting to rain
again
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