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Blue Smoke Ghost
Blue Smoke Ghost
A matchbox scratch
A flare of light
The smell of sulphur
A yellow patch
Above his chair
On the ceiling
A row of pipes
Hung in a rack
Saliva drips
The suck
And suck
And suck on shank
Red glow
In the dusk
On a back step
The aroma
Of spices
In the ready-rub
Scratching
Grey ash
From the c...
Friday 15th July 2016 7:43 pm
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