Puckered Lips
By paborama
Mon, 02 Mar 2015
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Foghorn-trombone, and snickety snack go her lips,
Lipsticked teeth, chiaroscuro of nicotine.
Puckered lips ('like a duck's arse', says my dad),
Ringed fingers like knots on an oak
A creature of spite, but she's good to her friends
- Till their backs are turned.
Imagined her naked when teenage erections
Stopped me from standing in church
Dead, found on the pavement at dawn
Trying to climb a neighbour's wall for a better look:
She slipped, fell, cracked the skull.
The ships sing a salute on the Clyde
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What a great character.
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What a great character.
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