Friday 3 July 2015

a seventy first new poem ... 'inverdale'

Inverdale blundered into the studio
Drunk on Guyana rum, tripped
Over a satellite cable and split his
Temple on the corner of a video
Monitor, got to his feet again
Grinning manically, blood leaking
From his skull all over his pink
Polo shirt and made a
Lunge for Lindsey Davenport, attempting
To snog her flush on the lips.

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