' ' ' ' Odds Of Sods Tankas

D Dónall Dempsey
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FLASHER FRIGHT Flasher...flashes her. She laughs...sprays him in the face with a can of mace. Whips out her Blackberry... dials 999: flasher – gone! ******* A LOAD OF BALLS Helium balloons escape her tiny hand & leap to the skies looking like Nelson’s balls floating free from his statue. ******* RAPE & BONDAGE Female friends chatting about where they had conceived. “Mmmmm...immaculate in a field of yellow rape! ” “Mmmmm...bondage session! ” ******* LA LUNA The moon stares at you. You gaze back – not seeing it. Naked in its light. “Ahhhh...my little sleepwalker lost now in a world...of your own. ******* JESUS SAVES “Jesus saves! ” tramp says everyday like a mantra as she passes by. Dives in front of squealing car... ...saves her child. Smiles: “Jesus saves! ” ******* JOURNEY’S END Gnat whines furiously as it flies over Fuji outlined against sky. But that is as far as it goes squashed now on travel poster. ******* THE THEM OF US...THE US OF THEM Particularly happy today the flowers as they bathe in bright sunshine. Even the humans putting down roots...just like them. ******** GOING DOWN! Heavy wood pigeon lands on tallest branch of tree that bends before it. Branch descends as if it is taking lift down to: “Grass floor! ”

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