No.49

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Poetry is born in the morning

In the liminal slip before dawn

Whereas fiction’s begat of an evening

Between your second and third (or more) gins.

One benefits from night humours

The other, the sanguinary day

While latter likes tumultuous dealings

The former prefers world kept at bay.

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No.49

Erik Kaisson 2018

 

 

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