Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twelve Winter 2006 |
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Thirteen Jane Ormerod and it fumes straight from the heart the scalp the million drops of pinkish fizz duck! it must not touch you suffer this pepper sleep eyes like property love barfing me me me strings attached? check meet the murderer I bark when I spy its tentacles its ulcerated stomach the tuba and wrench there were elms walnut trees that night your torch ziggerty-zagging as I grew edible became one final hiss |
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About Jane Ormerod |