Prose Poem 2 Poem by Douglas Scotney
Prose Poem 2
A good wit extracted a little affection from the brown smog of 19th Century London by naming it after a popular Madeira, the London Particular.
There's no name to extract affection from the mind-numbing fumes of a glass-making plant smack-dab in 21 C Adelaide.
The Adelaide Fart, or Arse, doesn't fit; you only like the smell of your own. I beg your pardon. Where's a good wit?
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