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JETTISON - from the French, to throw

November 6th 2022 - JETTISON

3 weeks on inundation into liquidation slow stagnation and acceptance of what’s gone the mood is one of jettison the weight of what it was you thought it was that made you you all those shoes those natty jackets all those trinkets sealed in zip-lock packets full of sludge clogging up your arteries and brain ill-gotten gains there is no turning back to where an ear-ring might transport you that poster that you thought legitimised you might testify to where you were and what you said and did and sang it doesn’t matter nothing does it has to go before you’re dead before you’re scattered like so many grains of dust and losing all this clutter won’t make your life much better just a little sadder more resigned to what you always knew

it was.

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