Poem #48 (10 of hearts) was released at the Little Library in Melbourne Central.
Poetry folds into itself so tight
Like a spitwad primed in the end
Of a disembowelled Bic.
Spray of mâché and saliva
I have minced words all over
The back of your silent neck.
I'll pulp your whiteboard whiter
With a lick and a promise
Lead verse made shot.