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Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 27 Aug 2011 10:14:00 GMT
climb in,
it’s a void your size,
star-studded and pure
wrapped around each thigh a garter snake
red flags
ring the poles
Marshal Stalin cuts a jig
trefoils round the arm holes size six egg
have you met the bugbull?
he crops grass and
men die
she kicks them down: Dame Supercubus
pulpy tentacles
grasp his shoulders,
sleet ascends
