Clouds move as buffalo in a racing herd In between we spy fleeting glimpses of the bright blue plane Whilst neurotic aerials rock violently Back and forth Just one knock away from picking up the razor and slicing deep into their veins. Cheetah-like bin men sprint, chasing down their prey some triumphantly ensnaring it inContinue reading “Squally Day”
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Poetry for Dullards 