by Peter Bracking
exactly like
dawn ripples orange
chosen cherry blossoms explode imperious white
proclaim
perfect balance physics buried in chemistry
light rain
succulent spring soil earth’s awakening yawn
and soju drunks pissing on trunks
the cherries have arrived
and for that instant
your entire world smells exactly like continuance
literary whores
a pair of impoverished poets plastering posters around town
hawking hawking
wobbling shopping cart shuffle stuffed full of words
self agrrandized mumbled jumble
context bouncing off blind behind
grabbing snagging snatching tickling cajoling verbs
licking residuals from cat king lips
corporate poets squeak echo in the canyons of the city
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Peter Bracking tells tall tales. Earth point: tropical beach.
Words have been published from ocean to ocean to ocean by some really great literary mags in a growing number of countries on half the inhabited continents.
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art by Jane Gilday
The Merida Review 