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dear athlete’s foot,  (  a  p o e m  )

…

so shudder earth or maybe not

the sun is cold - the poles are hot

your earlobes glowed like magic pearls

on samhain eve

spirals unfurl


erm truths hide in wrong barks up trees

yes, barns can't dance - dark history

it peppers all as plague un-fussed

or duckpond ducks

but still this rust


as blackholes suck then elsewhere spew

some fuckin' dick'ead jumps the queue

stray birds live here, their roost has flown

the kettle's gay

( i've always known )


so on we plod our different ways

lone calendars proclaim our days

great salmon leap yet onions weep

until again

there's dreams, our sleep

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