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Monday 13 March 2017

209

Day 209 of the 365 day poem challenge.


Coriaceous meaning: "like leather." 


Dead needles 


There was panting on the balcony

A dogged and laboured series of breaths 

There was beer, vomit and sweat 

There was a wart crusted coriaceous mouth

and a surly gent who enjoyed the feel of a lash and the way his victims curled like delicate pine

Needles bending backwards and 

Snapping collecting into a pile

At his feet 

the colour of autumn.

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