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Poison Tart

Inspired by chasms in Orkney and story of lost souls driving their cars in quiet release into the sea
Inspired by chasms in Orkney and story of lost souls driving their cars in quiet release into the sea

Poison Tart

People plant hope in Garden Centre

Holding weeds of pastime avoidance

Yellow place for stinking wounds,

Cut from the heart of much changed wisdom

Screwed in tablets, swallowed in tandem

Twice in collateral bombings

A deal for the minstrel

 

Plaice served in custard a sweet dished label

Angular claw-faced twister, a green shot blunder

No cross bow marked with poison

 

Heart song dreamt on pillows

A blink of the eye, a needle pricked in pleasure

Plucked from the gutter a drain blocked calamity

Words of envy spread with a craving knife collaboration.

 

Trapped in the stairway to fall in the cavern.

A whisky dripped on liver tongue

Fraught with anxt

Nervous function

Blister packed early release depression.

 

Measured in scruples under threat of closure

All caught on a ladder, a bragger convention

Beaten ’til blood runs out of questions.

 

Hunting eagle flaps broken spleen at passing gentry

A Christian burial for maggot ridden disease

Consequence of tongue sliced emancipation.

Sept 12th

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