Flat Earth Man

East December catwalk
call a bankrupted man
call the homeless men
helpless clothes leaking food downed in back welfare
inconsequential comrades limbs and loneliness cooker money
working an albino January in his magnificent garden
opioid ‘Australia to amazing!’
Mother-free Otzi death stick
prowling petrol-station scraper daybreak
voices alive in the excellent Suffolk.

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6 Responses to Flat Earth Man

  1. I get the feeling you’ve used the cut up dada generator. Or just your creative brain working itself through stream consciousness and tapping on many otherworldly meanings on life. You my friend are a brilliant and talented writer I know. 🙂

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