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
Wonderful... absolutely wonderful poem.
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ReplyDeleteDuncan, thanks for the link and for this kick-ass poem.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Vassilis and Tom. Always a pleasure to hear from you both.
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