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He lives between fiction and reality.
this morning sitting in a tub of suds,
deeper than the night before.
She reclines naked,
eating toast and whisky-marmalade,
feeding crusts to the birds.
Outside it is very cold,
too cold to make a hand stir.
In the mirror he sees a mottled sky,
figurative in stencilled shapes.
he squeezes his aching neck;
and asks for “more buy propecia online from usa aspirin please.”
* Maureen Weldon says “Amongst the general rush of everyday life, I recently won second prize in the North Wales Flintshire Poetry Competition. Also I have had quite a lot of my poems accepted and published by small press magazines and journals. This makes the heart feel warm.”
