Mafia in a fiat: Fruit for thought
Leanne Bridgewater
#1 World Culturely
A neo nazi soprano soaps an elderberry in Idaho, it hoes know to see
soap a man go from dirt to polished, squeaks cleandom neon lights
shown, from his ass. It’s night grown and that’s to see a strawberry in
the place of Bury, Text Fest impressed but where’s the visual poetry, of
a lime in cockle shelter hell, in mock all at fruit stall. 49p for 3 melons?
49p for 3 melons? A dyslexic confished correction, for it be bitter instead – LE MOON scarpered and tippled over, scraping its knee on velvet gutter and gin. Bug it bitter, jitterbug, and booty – she’s got p V6