Choka On It
Anon then writing long letters to
careless editors
Anon lacking sense, they missed the point -
words spilled everywhere
traji Having coffee with Emma
I notice you're gone
traji The froth on my double-shot
sinks in the middle
traji My hair, my thoughts, my earrings
so out of order
Anon Clinical hands, white bathrobes
12 females approach
bedsit deafened by Beethoven's fifth,
they fall to the ground
bedsit bleached. What next for faint ladies
... with shredded banners?
ANON1 Treachery! Sisters of mine
swimming away ... gone.
bedsit Over it - the double-shot's
turned cold - it's a cinch
bedsit Small insects float on their backs
They do not swallow.
ANON1 hold your breath little mud crabs,
hold your breath turtle
ANON1 singing way out madrigals,
saluting the sun
traji Traji the Prada Princess
Salutes those Spandrels
traji intrinsic evolution
reduced to a page
napper mosaic evolution
shapes defining shapes
bedsit end. Forgotten pensioners
quarrel with senates
bedsit - high senators do not feed,
they've forgotten us
bedsit they ignore our ugly coats,
abhor loud voices.
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