Eliot Bukowski

Rookie - 0 Points (London)

The Violin

The violin sits by the window
- breaks her strings down phone lines (now waves)
an insistent out of tune complaint
criticism, rebuke, stripping off
- - - - paint.

We’re all like pigs slapped down some lane
and I will chew on the insane root
(and) because I do not need to know

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