Starlings made of spectral metal
meat they flit
Sticky town, you win
with hick intimacies
eyes tongues tethering
old toot stalls nylon baby dolls
(later aflame) a cheap decent cauliflower
dog food fish hooks
fucked toys
Woman calls me dapper
till I trip a step
line of the Severn unromantic
definite
hidden old industry silts
practical fish
Subject filter's bust
lets a personhood shimmer
Something's always carried over
thumb of mollusc
a scared hairline
White woman a statue you
look to in love with her
white stillness trick
lips press
bitterness kisses
Old beast making water
Jesus, he says. Jesus
"Woman calls me dapper
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That's lovely, in two phases. With the second I am all too familiar. With the first -- brilliant Brum, far kinder than our town.
Thanks, Tom. There are some good souls roundabouts.
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