Thursday, 14 February 2013

Giving up for Lent


Male hairy, fill your face:
The lawn is for tea.
Bless a tart cow-dung swimming.
Ah, bless! It is the fault of my two freezers.
Oily marriage, Molotov gob,
Paper our innards now,
And eighty out of our depth.

I moan.
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