a poetry e-zine

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

Poems By Dave Migman

Spoken

 

In the morning our bodies

were as tight as rope

noosed round limbs

you coughed – I woke

and we stared at each others

nakedness

like strangers

 

 

Dave Migman is an illiterate despot. Part saint, part muck, part string, part sticky fluff. His words and art have found their way into various online receptacles and such like.

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