Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Simon Turner - “April is the cruellest month”


Run!  I’ll eclipse the rat-moths.

 
Hello, Mr Shirt-rat Punt-slice.
 

Spruce tail-horn melts tiles.
 

Tell Seraphim: “Cut lone shirt!”
 

Marlin curls the Piste Hotel.
 

Lutheran climes; prole shite.
 

I’ll coil the art’s sperm tune.
 

Curt Trashpeel in Miso Hell.
 

Hot lunch trill: eels, meat, lips.
 

Eliot’s cat-purse ‘n’ mirth-shell.
 

Call her in here, Strepsil-mouth.
 

Nil-clit Herostratus helper. 
 

Calipers ruin the sloth-melt. 

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