Monday, 16 April 2018

Summerfield Park


      gasses from the chicken shop
  glaze our pauses and
                        two girls vape pretend clouds out
         while shot up faux silk skinny threads
weave through the vomiting cherry tree as if
        that’ll do for now
                         says who



5 comments:

  1. Wonderful... absolutely wonderful poem.

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  2. Thanks, Red. Good to hear from you.

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  3. Duncan, thanks for the link and for this kick-ass poem.

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  4. Thank you, Vassilis and Tom. Always a pleasure to hear from you both.

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