we sit drinking coffee,

much is yet unspoken,

my cup looks cracked,

her biscuits all broken

the flat smells of damp,

split ends and oily hair,

scars bangle her wrists,

focus of my coy stare

by the hearth lies a cat

of a species I deplore,

yellow paint peels off

a lone bedroom door

on her neck a blemish

coated in stale powder,

all in all, a f...

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The dead man sits on his sofa and watches TV

in his East German tower block apartment.

Cash in the bank pays his bills, no eviction notice here.

What was once a real person is a mummified corpse, all wrinkled and shrunken.

For three years he's been like this, a TV critic.

Bored fucking shitless, dead.

From soaps to films, he's endured them all.

No neighb...

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