Tuesday, 21 February 2012


skinny bombs,
a fierce and dumb
squall, that shatter
the living glass
fall one after the nother

grubby pink sparks,
showering the bottle
green thirsty elastic,
plumb and bob
and dog it back for

one more gleaming careen
off high suspension
then dash for cover
before their mother’s
termagant screams

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