HOLIDAZE
from brown surf froth
under developed
eggshell heads
suicidally naive
wash
up
on
single use
holiday towels
all our names now
dragged thru
the
plastic mud
TUCK TUCK
burnt-out hatchback
on
the
cement shore
lard cube fat clots
bob round gone tires
from clinic exhaust-
theyre having
a
bogof sale
live-in nurses
never leave
the
concrete plaza
POLITICIANS
if i could believe them
then i could sleep
in denial
of the
nuclear breeze
but i been ripped
across the grain
hatchet cleaved
the
kitchen trapdoor
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