Wednesday, 20 June 2012

On The Night Ferry From Dublin To Liverpool

I drifted outside to the salty wood deck
on whose stern I found an angel
and rescued her from suicide.
By the moonlight
we made love to
the rhythm
of the
I blinked
abruptly to
the sound of
five dozen lorry
drivers arriving for
breakfast - like pigs to be fed.


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