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Wormwood Scrubs by Steven J. Fowler PDF E-mail

 all heart & some voices

Wormwood scrubs

 

to Anselm Hollo

 

 

o my best friend

bones

if i should die

 

 

all those emails unanswered

might be a tiny ear

in the palm

 

 

on wormwood

that’s why

holding you so lovely

 

 

its

almost always

a love poem here

 

 

command is given

& we’re clan

free above the wall

 

 

before where the lion teases an army

its more silky

as it lifts its tail to the whores!

 

 

to have to two wives

two sisters / two mothers

& three dragons

 

 

there, a lucky king

a crown of fur

a spaced wolf battle growl

 

 

how did you get those

bruises?

       sport

 

 

singing to me about eye colour

performance poet

lublin isnt dublin

 

 

& the feelings in the heart

of feelings

but 12 year old nearly dead through self starvation

 

 

refusing potassium pills

the only way to stop the father

is to kill him

 

 

there is nothing pathetic

about her

she doesnt panic

 

 

what colour need a spoon be

when bored into thick

in order to stir shit as a profession

 

 

the city a snake

turns out a shark

doom, the house rises up into a dragon

 

 

o my david

butler & friend & best man

you’re nothing on my wife

 

were it not for an old bear

reading

we would free miniature licence

 

 

to wed

just days from that old letch

informing us how love we are

 

 

& will be

apart from everybody

because ain’t we not like them

 

 

a crocodile bird

a line of matamatas

surviving videos, like wolves

 

 

borobudur from the outset

there are two discretions

the first on objection

 

 

I was olivia

nicolescu

& I make suicide

 

 
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