Sarah Crewe



purple

because the passport
and secret porn stash
zipped tight in purple
pvc plastic

red/blue subterfuge
opaque but open
suggestive bruising
ballet shoes. feather

boa. I am not
French so hate the word
lingerie but oh
magenta lace up

amethyst bedspread
electric key slot
you. hard cock in hand.
purple. furious.



running away from Charles Olson

exorcism /snare drum /looking glass high nrg/tower block/poem is a monster with its own constraints /reptar in ink perception trail. anti-static. form cannot hold content hostage? hedgehog approach. projective verse inside himself ,in his nature drama comes with the glottal stop

shut shop raaaaah fog warning A580 motion sickness and it’s HER.

small poem eeek I can’t see I can’t breathe if i think about breathing And so to bed

Sarah Crewe is 30 and from the Port of Liverpool, England. She has a chapbook, Aqua Rosa, coming up with erbacce press. Her work has appeared at Bone Orchard Poetry, Red Fez, The Camel Saloon, erbacce, streetcake, Sunfish and 3:AM.
 
 
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