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THE RICH WHITE WHALE By Jack Beeching

The harpoon blonde in fishnet tights Has lit her lamp and cut the pack And dozened out a zodiac. Converge the curtains, dim the light. Her fat, ejaculating whale Hangs there from a golden nail.   Advertisements

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DIFFERENT RUSSIANS ON THE COTE D’AZUR By Jack Beeching

The Russian tart glitters in catwalk chic, A spit of vitriol in a silver flask, Hair like a spray-gun or a wind-swept ferment, Swagger her easy-money attribute. Why need the Russian mob fly in their talent? Less vulgar those who … Continue reading

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SNOWFALL By Jack Beeching

Snowfall, extravagant in its caress, puts a white clench on every twig and bud, leopard to linger along sinking branches, frozen white fur to crenellate the mud. Spring rituals of plough and secateur had just begun, the day that Charlotte … Continue reading

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