Easterly Point Poem by Saul McCandless

Easterly Point



I see the way you are forced to look at me
As a matter of fact
How I would like
To disarm your gaze
And put you on your back
Piranha knickers
Sweet toe licker
Bickering
Over biscuits
And toffee
Gesture
Beckon
Near
Ta

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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