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Orchard Lane
Orchard Lane
“Don’t get caught, he’ll fuckin’ kill yer!”
Emerald green and ruby red
Jewels just out of your reach
Treasures in the strawberry bed
“He’s got a dog with vicious fangs!”
Black as coal we watch him prowl
He snarls and gnashes foaming jaws
And scares us with his hellhound growl.
“Bide yer time and take yer chances!”
Remaining hidden behind th...
Monday 13th April 2020 2:58 pm
And Now I'm Old
This poem carries faint echoes of winter in a Mediterranean climate, in this case the South West of Western Australia; limpid skies, stormclouds threatening, people in overcoats walking hastily. Rather like an English summer, I would have thought!
And Now I'm Old
And now I'm old as softening apples
left forgotten on a sideboard
after a windy day,
the murmur of the evening room
...Thursday 19th October 2017 11:09 am
AmeriKana
AmeriKana night
bought from a shop
outfits and make-up
Ker-ching
trick-or-foodbank night
sweets for teeth
knocked doors
ringing fingers
spend spend spend
Duck-apple
penny fades dangling on a string
creek in your neck
apples bobbing in a bowl
drowning for fun
scary stories in the dark
cheap as f*** night.
words and ffoto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 1st November 2016 11:15 am
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