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Jonthom
Collaboration paintings by myself and Charles Thomson.
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Maiden Alice
Unlike the night with girls, we danced.
You stood beside me. Not laid down.
I thought I’d have ya till the end.
But I guess we were just being young.For my coat of day, Maiden Alice.
That I loan to you.We’re working overtime tonight.
We couldn’t be bothered back in school.
We’ll keep on storing as we go.
But the name that lands in my room.
Call your own at night.
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Merc
Merc.
Ripped it out before the admin.
Shirk.
There was nowhere left to get tipped.
Rook.
More and more you rattle from it.
Work.
I didn’t make. It was out there.
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The governess
This is a song
that makes the crowd feel lull.
Makes it hard.
Doesn’t make it law.You were the labourer.
I’m the governess.If I was a girl
I would crowd this earth
with plenty of men
working their thirst.He looked down right.
Like a lowly knight.
Brow beating scum.
Gonna make s/he cry.This is a song
that makes the ground feel low.
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My head
He was the partner of his feet.
He lives in my head.
Lives at the bottom of the street.He says his partner wants to leave.
He lives in my head.
He wants to belly fondle me.
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The farmer
It was made, it was made, it was almost here.
But they cut him from the trunk.
Come and laugh at the old maid dear.
He was almost true.He was fed, he was fed, by the old maid dear.
Each hour through the night she cared.
But the farmer killed him in front of the old maid dear.
He was a farmer true.She was buried by the farmer the following year.
Her hurt he never knew.
Come in died, then you’re in tide.
I would rather anew.The end.
Edgeworth Johnstone 