"Everything near becomes distant" - Goethe
Friday, 4 February 2011
the night before I saw Phil Dillon on the news
We mark the paths that take us home
We look up at the Kaballah code
on bricks, those records,
the grimoire of the tribe.
We piss on fagends and heineken cans
We mark the places where you can see Cost;
every boz and spliff we contribute
to this legacy in Rizla.
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