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Newman Redrawn
The gypsies whisper...
Paul cheated, lied, fondled
(with more than the Butch
& Sundance journalist),
steak left cooling at home.
My dead hero redrawn
with leaky pen.
Pearls from a past lover
slip from my fingertips.
The pigs eat them,
snouts quivering,
bodies wriggling with pleasure
until grit forms when the pearls sing
their abandonment song.
Pris Campbell
©2010
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