James Clive Poems

In the front cabin
Which was isolated
From the hammering bell
He undid the knot in his balls
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You phoned me from a mental institution
I was in Caernarfon
The smell of fish makes me vomit
You assaulted my ears
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The sound of laughter
Clings in the air
A clown is riding a pink bicycle
Into a hovel
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The soap is near the bath
Implants on the fire
With my wooden heart
Shampoo stacked waitress is calling
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The cow snorts by the gate
He is a holy cow
No rump
No fillet
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The sun burns like anorexic fat
Sweet summer afternoons
Time moves slow
A frosted glass
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His brain was swimming in chlorine
Dreams of Dorothy bags
Wrist offended by the regional news
Bass guitar pitched low
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Bacon butties got him through the day
His heart was wrapped in plastic awaiting delivery
While his sweetheart sprinkled parmesan cheese on microwave meals
Many nights in front of the TV
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Burnt clothes
Limp out of the door
Fishhook heart
Crawls out of your gut
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Shoot them up
Do you eat cancer?
Dance on one foot
Put your brain in your mouth
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