this new book of poetry;
fish and chips!
Salt and vinegar!
What the?
Hell,
it’s a new book.
I read the poems.
They’re OK. Not great,
but amusing.
Then I turn back to the pages;
Yes,
definitely,
chips, and they are going cold,
the greasy poems turn translucent.
Finger lickingly good.
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