at the Coach House
Poetry and inspiration
Poetry and inspiration
Slug by Math duel with a non-dualist low-born land mollusc high-impact intruder free-loader, sprout-spoiler meandering marauder disrespecter of my broad-beans’ border you’ve a one-track mind in a one-track body diligent pillager soft-horned invisigoth slow silver scribbler paradoxically busy sloth you’re a tithe-taker, hole-maker indiscriminate direct debitor bold-as-brass brassica editor you’re a squishetty spoilsport a glistening drag the liquorice all-sort nobody wants to find in the bag it’s time that you were brought to book you’re not as tasty as you look listen chum, you are disposable look at my thumb, it is opposable unwelcome invertebrate this might just hurt a bit I pluck you and chuck you into distant dew-drenched greenery isn’t that mean of me? slug, when all is said and done you can hide but you can’t run