Porth Mawr

We walk the waterline at sunrise
A guy with a steadicam backsteps ahead
He captures our romantic

desolation
bereavement
everything's returning to normal

I'll be here next year, as usual
You'll be gone
as good as

I pack up my notebooks and papers
wrap them in the shirt you gave me
as a keepsake

I stand on the headland
listening to the skup
of the waves

A simple dedication


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Hypocrisy and Hippopotami

Bleedin hippo
bit me in two
in to two pieces
shed me faeces
I did, whilst his
brothers and sisters
gawped in glee
at me bifurcation
I've been bifurcated
I frickin cried
Herbivorous!?
My backside!



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