Sudo Poetry
Monday, 21 June 2010
mid night brunch by Ian McMichael
mid night brunch
you bark much worse than you bite
and your teeth sink into cheese every night
might we ever sleep in peace?
at four a.m. you start
attacking brie, duvet
all strewn with wax and toast
the first game drawn, so dull.
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