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Witchman

a poem from quite a few years ago, inspired by the sight of an aged driver advancing carefully along a motorway, a long, irate tailback in his wake Witchman Witchman, wrapped around leather, staring through glass, blasted eyes, bloodshot translucent skin. Fingers like knots of gristle and rock, stuck in time, modernity raging at his […]

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Oxygen

Oxygen Two shots From our wedding day One before And one after The contract Was signed The first In black and white Shows me A rabbit Caught In life’s headlights Stunned and scared But I have no memory Of it The second In colour Shows us Kissing And I am Blowing your head off With

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