"Sunday(in a beautiful clouted world)", "Topless Funeral", & "sprinkles in the Age of Ordinary" by KG Miles
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Sunday(in a beautiful clouted world)
She* wore a cute hat for an hour or so, two tops
foraged in the bankrupt biscuit tin
then siphoned the bestial stench of odd socks.
Grading them. Keep
or kill.
felt the craving to have seven babies immediately
fed the finagled snake- he said he wanted and then he said he didn’t and so refused to give a name - cryogenic rodents-in-a-bag that thaw just in the
nick of time
googled the Latin term for fingering a sleeping ass in the morning. It
was gone
ignored a friend request on facebook that read-
imagine me laying on some beach and eating mashed potatoes in this
suicidal by 8. Hat in a tree.
*Sophie
Topless Funeral
Flanked by blue hell and death
left on a vacanted barstool altar,
with shrimpflicted mad dog in hand
and a grin. Oh that hootless grin.
Let us annunciate still life,babygirl.
sprinkles in the Age of Ordinary
you carried your circus with you
agitating molecules,juggling hearts and crotches various
turning souls on an upright spit.
hair of fairground pink,inked on vanilla
they * skirt around you in awe and in orbit but
on the brink of revolution
you were entombed up the high street,Llantwit Major.
‘A brilliant colourist’
*on Thursday July 24th 2025 the population on the planet was
8,235,688,200 and only one of them was you
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