Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







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Saturday, 5 March 2011

Sträfling

A freckled spar rounding the corner of Cape Fear,
Seductive, low, bearing, beauty composed
Simultaneously in every vividity
Burnished brown soaking the sun
In the clarity of harmony
Elemental constellations exposed
A dreaded heading, blind smile revealed
Sträflings and starvelings and starlings returning home

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