Lying in the gully …

Lying in the gully, the alcoholic too emits a living language: formed in the cells of free-houses, beneath forgotten cornices.

Patented darkly, in the eclipse of traditional grammar, it celebrates the viscous lie-in, the reprieve of nausea, and the sliding out of conversation.

There is an ease of voice, and a variety – now low-down, now lucid, now so covered by things that it cannot be heard.

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