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The Unicorn

The Rabid Unicorn - Minna Sundberg

The Rabid Unicorn – Minna Sundberg

It spreads.

From one to another, at the breeding grounds,

leaving only

the wreckage of majesty

and the hunger

of the beast.

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Limerick

Sunday Sketch 60 by Terry Whidborne

Sunday Sketch 60 by Terry Whidborne

There was an old woman

who lived in a goose

she went to the bank

she had nothing to lose

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The tuning-fork sings
but its song
isn’t as sweet
as the smile
in my daughter’s eyes

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The Dawn Chorus

The dawn chorus sings out

to greet

the soft kiss of the sun –

the shriek of an alarm clock,

motorcade rumblings,

the kichlang-kichlang of passing trains

already full

of empty-minded sacrifices

to the Money God,

the background people,

moving through the world.

Unnoticed.

The dawn chorus

growls and grumbles –

the city never sleeps.

Unless it’s when I do.

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She cried,

on my shoulder.

Again.

I made the usual

soon-to-be-broken promises

and the same

alligator tears streak

through the sandpaper-stubble

on my jaw.

She smiles

e v e n t u a l l y.

And she knows,

and I know,

that

I’ll do the same shit again

in a month

or two.

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