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Aidey Cooper's Theorem on Premium​-​rate Numbers

from What's Left by Matthew James Crutchlow

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A while back, a good friend ‘went missing’. He was eventually found by a couple of ramblers – up a tree, on a cliff-top, covered in blood and clutching a bag of 8 Ace lager. Or so the rumour goes. It turned out that posting his house keys through the letterbox and disappearing without a word wasn’t anything to worry about. Sometimes you’ve just got to get off the hamster wheel and go bush.

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Aidey Cooper’s Theorem on Premium-rate Numbers

Some days you rise and then you fall,
Some days you never rise at all.
Can’t spare a second there for people who care,
You think you’re better on your own.
This inviolation tastes like soot.

Most days the duvet’s stiff with guilt,
Your pillow salty with your sleep-weep’s silt.
You list your interests as drinking, tears and porn,
Are you sure you’re better on your own?
Self-awareness itches your dirty crutch to…

Let you out and take another sup.
Belt it down you need another cup.
Shower under this fleeting…

Release – then step out and rub your wrinkled skin until it bleeds.
Release – no towel’s big enough to reach the bottom of those holes,
Holes that never close.
You’re old enough to know life can’t breathe without holes.

Each day’s a carbon of the last,
Words getting fainter ‘cos tomorrow is the past.
Same train, same book, same shift, same different underpants,
You only know one way to make the bad times last.
Muscle-memory itches your dirty crutch to…

Let you out and take another sup.
Belt it down boy you need another cup.
Shower under this fleeting…

Release – then step out and rub your wrinkled skin until it bleeds.
Release – no towel’s big enough to reach the bottom of those holes,
Holes that never close.
You’re old enough to know life can’t breathe without holes.

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from What's Left, released November 11, 2016

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