Don’t sulk in your bitter it will only split
silk brocades cut for those that are stuck on
the twelve rejection and a clothed eared
Man I stagger through the fountain nights
followed by thirteenth calendar days
That had me Jekled into introverted
inspection.
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You could to see it’s a misspelt Japanese
maths lesson translated into English
let’s set list and retune as sumo’s chill out
sending out for cleaning in the silica
a chow hound looks down your blouse
as it frolics beneath spelt windmills
recreating climax moves with tortoise.
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This is not the greece in honeymoon prints
Where water was clear and the motorcycle
Imported for drachma tourists go faster
Than the nudes Wading around islands of
unmade olive groves of ancient dry river beds.
