judging me
singing like
a non singer
burning up
a christmas tree

almost naked
semi sacred
playing like
a non player
criss crossing
bar boulevard

no cross
no crown
no cross

no crown

no newborns

to preach for

punch me boy
with your sharp nail
explode my body
someone forgets
to resurrect
in a  nasty london morning

hungry like a dead pig
in a posh eat and sleep
restaurant
sunset me a drink
it's pink and lousy
trance-gendering around

a little bored
so far is my
first border cross
no new land
sorry
to land on sir