Poetry Corner

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h e a D l e s S

h e a D l e s S

thE skY waS shOwiNg a diRtY cRimSoN toNigHt –
hEEdleSS oF thE waiLinG pOliCe SiRenS iN thE ciTy beLoW.

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anoTheR tuRn-Up
anoTheR clOcK-haNd
anoTheR tiMe
anoTheR placE

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I’M fEElinG sO wieRd
oR sO iT aPPeaReD aS;
dimLY-madE-ouT coUpleS smOOchiNg benEaTH
huGe grEEn-gLoWinG hoRsE cHesTnuT trEEs –
thE drY emPtY boUleVarDs oF leWisHaM.

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a sTinKinG sinK anD a sTinKinG siNkinG fEElinG,
fOeTid anD DecRepiT –
mY boWelS
thE drAinS.

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toAstEd sanDwicHeS
buRstIng aT thE seaMs
wiTH naTure’S beSt,
paSt it’S beSt.
a tiReD hEaD
aN unMadE beD
woMaN flEd
uNreSteD
diSinTerEstEd
finGers bleD
theN sEEinG reD...
thE skY waS shOwiNg a diRtY cRimSoN toNigHt –
heaDleSS.
 

Ben Browton – tMx 24 – 04/06
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