Gull Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Gull

Rating: 3.5


Gull's yellow smile splits open;
He is standing in a little pool of sunshine,
Wrinkly stockings of skin droop round his ankles
Like a harbour whore at the end of a busy shift.

His shriek presses the pay-off button:
Three oranges and three lemons
Line up below a gratuitous peal of bells.

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