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Goth Under Whale-Bone Arch
wishes she could strip the flesh
gut herself and slap her flanks
onto the ice banks of the Friday fish market
stare boggle-eyed at the peering punters
as her blood pools on the flags
Recipe for a New Poem
250g natural imagery
250g inner turmoil
50cl dry London gin
Take one kernel of lucidity, born in the night.
Crush lightly, using your own backbone for a pestle.
Toast together with your th...
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