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Beastgardens


FIRST GARDEN

Beastgarden.
 
 

SECOND GARDEN

Bees go mad on late summer evenings, should
People stray from their jobs towards water

Beastgarden.
 
 

THIRD GARDEN

Who makes the rented red boat's
Oars turn

Who is the younger one always
Turning up

Who professes to be better because
He is just looking

Who says he is worse off as
He cannot look

Beastgarden.
 
 

FOURTH GARDEN

The unicycle girl, thin
Like one with a sexual problem,
Goes through
The Schlosspark. This follows:
Father rolling his eyes.

Beastgarden.
 
 

FIFTH GARDEN

The man from Manchester
Has my breast in his hand

These are funny
They don't do anything do they

Being burnt by a fire I say

Beastgarden.
 
 

SIXTH GARDEN

Similarly, if only
You grasped some
Titanic misery or a
Love like an old man's

Beastgarden.
 
 

SEVENTH GARDEN

Where were we

A ballroom competition goes on
A yellow satin bikini
A fuchsia floor-length are
Dancing; an audience is
Drinking, clapping 1 2 3 1 2 3

Beastgarden.


Lucy Ives

Orange Roses
Ahsahta Press


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