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Sweet Shop Drunks



Christopher Barnes


Ganga whaps his guts, then a fist.

He?s partial to an icing shower

And rests treacle sleepy

After humbugs in a bag.

 

Sun dips, spark-glinting.

 

Harlequinade public spirits

Overstep the homeless.






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