Her dog with a face like a wet vagina
leered at Bruce hungover on the bridge;
the barbecue, predictably, had carried
on till dawn and now where were they?
Another day, another strange oblivion
and all around the splendor of the crows.
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Books
- hhereenow (corrupt press, 2016)
- Shelf 1-15, with Ian Monk (corrupt press, 2015)
- anyone for anymore (Red Ceilings Press, 2014)
- Weather Derivatives (Eyewear Publishing, 2014)
- moral hazard and the chemical sweats (corrupt press, 2013)
- Liquiddity (Oystercatcher Press, 2011)
- Dog, cock, ape and viper (corrupt press, 2011)
- Make nothing happen (Oystercatcher Press, 2009)
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