Artwork: Jack of Angles by Will Jacques

Sea Creature Disco
Stephen Philip Druce

 

Subterranean beasts punch liquor
ash tribes to flash droplet
in thunder bone caper and groove,

to skinny-bloom jewel-flaked rhythms
of the bubble glide, the toe-drumming one eyed,

the pedalling fizz, the monotony freak fish –
in a blitz of glitter ball gibberish,

as the flesh lanterns glisten –
the forked lancing rays are apprehended
in the triggered feather spew –

the flaming shuffle snakes dance
in the smoke of the crumbling skeleton crew.

and hollow mutterings in sea bed fleets,
are the shipwrecked skulls that nod
to the dripping beats.

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She Is Sci Fi
Stephen Philip Druce

She stripped off her
retro boots – ripped up
her non-descript Sunday suits,

trashed her ugly
dresses – burnt

the dark cuttings from
her tresses – now short
dyed ocean blue –

in futuristic design she
put on some devil horns and
a wrought iron spine of
prickly thorns –

square shades and
silver-glittered roller blades,

giant collar and shoulder fakes,
face paint and wings of snakes –
open jawed,

she flew with higher birds, and
with her sabre sword she carved out
the words in the sky –

I am sci-fi.

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