tongue licks my sharp claws as i see warm flesh pant up hill. Haunches heavy with meat, back heavy with rider. I leap at the horses backside claws gain purchase. Rider crashes, hot meal gallops
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My Heart
My Heart Bolt upright awake at 2am. My heart pumps its cage door. Asks to be let out. Rapid breath tries to bolster the door, heaves and heaves until heart calms. Breath sighs slows head
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A Siren's Call sirens alert streets tattooist rubber gloved for safety pens naked skin with tamed wildness, Sirens stop bloodrise, calm young fists, civilise. Paul Brookes Paul Brookes is a shop asst. His chapbooks include
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The Eye Patch She asks me the price of luxury Christmas yoghurts. I tell her and she agrees to buy. Taking her money I wish her a grand day And hope that her eye gets
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The Shoe On its side white laces bedraggle form a curve into a dark puddle of recently fallen rain. Water inches up the cotton, darkens once brilliant bright orange go faster stripes He knew it
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