Lyric from the Dark SideCheese Dream
Tethering the gunwale was proving impossible the right flank of her too bare and ratted to meet flush the port wall insufficient rope-wear and imagination - running out of time the ocean floor rising soon her Victorian bowed beauty will land on land, boys breaking bones, broken boys excavating a whale. A pageant of Metallica mermaids play mahjong on an island rock a quarter mile out, upping the wave count to nine point nine: reminds me of Macbeth but with the sun shining. Fish fish flying fish, catching the sail submerged in a tartan submarine, full to the brim with tumshies and shortbread, sea snails at the periscope and lobster chef passing the porridge, passing the porridge-perfect. by Margot Fraser Wilson (c) 2016
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