Jelly Fungus Poem by Richard George

Jelly Fungus

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It was sunset in winter.
Oyster skies gleamed
beyond the sycamores in the north-west.
I found it in the no-lane
between our shed and the fence next door
and it flabbergasted me,
glair and colloid
to my clammy palm, taste
unimaginable. This thing
was alive, a man o' war.

I had my first wet dream
seven months later.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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