Image @guillepozzi

Oars stroke past
past indiscretion
bypassing goodbyes
and wet weaping
exchanges

Wild sprout wilderness
rerouting
about turn about
time
Into ourselves
again

For fuck’s sake,
I’ll take greed
Fuck four fucks
I’ll take five.

Shake the world gently
It’s been time, had time, she’ll be fine

Lost.

Into. Ourselves.
Again?

Eye eye captain
The third eye seas
Throw me back
I’ve ‘ad me fun.

This globe be my sword sir,
I’d rather not drip.

Shake the world gently
Extra spice
my embrace

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Benny Wallington

Experiments in Vice Optimisation, Regenerative Business Building, Flow States and other random radness.