POETRYETC January 2014
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David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
Poetryetc: poetry and poetics
Wed, 22 Jan 2014 09:32:52 +0000
Each night all a cabinetís drawers hurtle
open, its filing flung as if wind-blown.
A twisted aerial crooks to a sinking signal.
I bury my heads in a sprouting loam.
David Joseph Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
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