I rub my wrists, being a male lemur,
to produce aldehydes that smell of fruit
they attract mates. I must be a dreamer!
I rub my wrists, being a male lemur,
the smell was designed by the redeemer
He devised bespoke aromas to suit
I rub my wrists, being a male lemur,
to produce aldehydes that smell of fruit
The germs spun over gleaming theatre floors. Micro hands grabbed lives by their heartsick throats. The others were flat anti-germ...
Here is a new poem that is featured on Poetry Worth Hearing episode 21. Thanks Kathleen! https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kathleen...
Alarms sound. No harms found. Diatoms do their work. Switching gas. A flip flop. A process. New access. Alarms sound. No harms found. We...
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