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3 poems
The anarchists meant well with their bohemia of random
beds to overthrow the street with bleary salons;
Northern Feedback
Knocked-off at half-four and walked south in oblivion for a bit
I could take a point off Serena Williams
So I was in the boozer with them lot right, and somehow the topic of conversation comes round to tennis or some shit, cos Wimbledon was coming up, but I don’t watch any of them Tory sports so I’m stuck flipping beer mats, just staring off into space like.
Tryouts
Tentacles, once fingers, squirm madly from my left hand.
Limits
The pastor was taken aback when he was asked to perform the ceremony in a bear suit.
Soccer Blues
One drizzly afternoon, the Rifles, a mid-table Premier league soccer team based in London, were losing by three goals to nil after a limp first-half display against a usually inept team from the Yorkshire Downs.
The Awkward Moment
The Gestapo master gets carelessly on the second level train.
The Getaway
My stepdad always had the advantage when things got violent.
psychodrama
The table’s set for four. Kitchen is meatloaf scents, gravid with warm-rolls smell.