CURL OF A SHRIMP

in the corner 

of the sofa
in the corner 

of the room

the cat sleeps

silent & shaped

in the curl 

of a shrimp

& the night air

thru open windows
tussles zephyrs in 

his slumbering thatch

ABOUT POST NOMINALS

'hey listen

 i got letters after my name too'

 i say to the room

 of doctors

 & scientists

 & chancers

'ten of them

 if you count
 initialised illnesses

 & i do'

POP BLURT

i'm a fucked egg
    all
    grown-out

in an ordinary sitting room
    sorry
    and
    sick

and a self-help book 
    away
    from
    holy 

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