January 2022 Collage Poem: Seagulls of the Nightclub

The Queen’s Head hanged, another story from the Death House

Necks stretched and they are gone –

 

Jenny Wren farts in the face of the seagull scrambling

To gobble her up

 

Those who will steal your food for thought, that parasitic breath

Hung out to dry, to eaten in an afterthought, by the seagulls

 

It was still worth the joy, the hope and ways of love

But as the wi...

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