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          BMs

          BMs 0 All teenage boys are bored and mad, or mad And bored.  (Is there a difference?)  Some are bored Enough to kill.  Testosterone gangs, bad And bored, don’t reckon they have really scored Till they have blasted some innocent head, Its boring gray...

Outside the British Museum

  Outside the British Museum Of course I cannot speak.  I’m crammed with drugs And all the shit that comes with them.  I’ve turned Intelligence to stupid drawl.  The dugs Of chemical addiction leave my burned Synapses tottering.  They’re like a man...

Insight

Insight He holds his whorly head there in his hands. He clutches druggy hair and all the world There.  Hypnotized, he thinks the junk expands The universe, or painlessness impearled Is forming there inside his long-locked skull. The fix is not predictive; addictive...