Sunday, 13 January 2013

Standing round the fruit market
Appraising minty onion shadows

The models come in their
chaperoned Prague cortinas with
evangelical street maps 
& droll affluent certitudes

Dear Rosa Parkes,
They got nails in their hearts

When my name was like champagne
My heart was snaffled up in snow

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