stiletto crow - poetry show

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When you are busy
cheese takes a back seat.
Trout tickling can only be envisaged
(with another’s hand)
((and black and white)).

The fall guy inundated us
with tears.
She took a fence in a leap,
like a skater grabbing air.
Yet kept smiting
with screams.

We passed in a French car,
laden with butter and cream.
The sound was a cat
demanding milk.

Sue sew his socks
and paid her dues.
A pike stretched an emotional argument
out to her on the bubbles of a Duke’s wood,
the sticks of slang and golden syrup walking upright
for the first time, casting a late and lasting glow.

Now, we’d like to tell you how we inserted
K(s) in our name, at no little cost.
And we’d like you to pop up.
Your table is beautiful; on second thought(s), leave it,
it is alive.