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 Feb 2013 Daisy
Duncan Weir
If you sit up late at night
and perk your ears
you may hear a sound
coming from outside
A tap on the window
high pitched and pleading
poke your head out and you'll see me
standing there, pebbles in hands
I'll call for you, and down will you come
and together, off we'll run
 Feb 2013 Daisy
Cassie Wight
Alkaline eyes
As if pierced by some awl,
As if hallowed by some blunt axe,
As if to juxtapose
Bee stung lips.

Cabaret music,
Dead souls,
Dancing corpses.
Ella Enchanted:

Swinging, Swirling, Swaying, Swabbing
Sick, Suffering, yet
Sauntering;
Sweaty Socage with
Scummy Suede-heads,
Stocking
Satan’s Sweet Sibling.
Swollen Skeleton,
Skin Shunned and Shivering,
Shadowed, her face;
Shock-less eye Sockets

Tired grow her limbs,
Unction bottled in her heart.

Unaware, her clientele,
Zeal in their eyes.

— The End —