This is one of the best books of Poetry this side side of a Mort or Oswald new release.
It sings and gets waxed and wonders about work and philosophy and shags and bleeds and rhapsodises and in the final section is heavily pregnant.
It is not really three poems, more three themes.
It is a wonderful thing. I’ve read it twice in 24 hours and will read it again, soon.
365 times 50 
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