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The first rains came,A puddle shimmered,casting new ripplesacross the rainbowed surface.It washed the small feetof both mouse & sparrow,the larger..
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(General notes on the sensitive operation of sewage tankers)One measure of culture and civilisation is the proximity of a species to its excrement. Ta..
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Sin is, or sin isn't, she thinks,icy with detachmentas she squeezes the trigger.Payback for all the damaged years.The afternoon is bright,the room is ..
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In rain I walk and feed.My one foot sliding, gliding.I move slowly, ghostlike.Floating edges grazing the groundlike the skirts of a settling hovercraf..
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Here they come again through the strobe shadow rain,hunched between Popeye houses,the Russian closet poets wearing thin disguises,playing with verbal ..
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An exercise in honour to a different time
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The neon sign welcomes
my Farang cash bag skin.
The king's flag is neatly folded
and the no-name dog in the corner
yawns in indifference as the ai..
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Limp she lies against the ploughed soil
A still life portrait in pain and pellet,
with flicked and dimpled fur,
spread and wind raped.
A dreamer's..
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She is very young, no more than four, maybe five. Her face a delicate pale oval surrounded by wild curly hair, somewhere between blonde and brown, the..
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7pm, the day cools, the eveninghots up as shadows play hopscotchon scorched asphalt.No peeling rubber, just bumper tobumper madness and sputtering eng..
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