Saturday, 31 January 2015


Seagulls swim and squawk
In the grey shadow sky
Wingbeats pound like the gallows drum
Exploding like an express train
From the night tunnel

Beaks like headlights in your eyes
Poke through the membranes
Pecking their way to the nerves
And blinding you into wakefulness.

Now the alarm chirrups
Like a goading lark
Mocking you into the morning.

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