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Bob Orr

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The X

Looking across
the rd where the tobacconist
sits outside in the sun
most of the time & knows
I study him / I sit on
the bed u shaped with
our weight at midday
on the mattress / the drunk
with his smashed guitar
is again trying to borrow $1.00
off me to buy some wine/
Steve shoots
marmite / Neil pretends hes christ
every day they both
get worse / I count the atoms
in the wall / Im leaving soon
with my barefooted heart

Bob Orr

Last updated 11 May 2001