Francis Bacon, Carcass of Meat and Bird of Prey, 1980, oil and pastel on canvas
roadkill on sunrise
spectre loop. coughing Algenon
equates primrose teep kick.
Franz Ferdinand (the band)
wear suits and grate
a wind-down window
soliloquy. two button
holes with grass-fed aged
hung meat and often
massaging myself.
it’s perfectly fine
the security deposit box
contains a severed hand:
a watch clicking links
on rained-on fences
where tufts of flowers leak
out light. for which
I’m mighty Carcanet
est. with grim bowtie
flexed canines grazing
apples piss cider fillet.
a leash forces eyes wisteria
as clouds abate
and causeways instep
my frigid hob-nob
suck-seclusion. in a
chain of chains strung
a violet pierced.
nipple flesh turned on
faucet water naked lesion toast.
Shaun Pieter Clamp is a writer, editor and academic, currently researching poetics in the Philosophy department at University of Warwick. He grew up in South Africa and received his first degree in Philosophy from Rhodes University, where he was awarded the DCS Oosthuizen Prize. His poems and prose are published in Hobart, Cleaver, Die Quieter Please, JAKE, and elsewhere. More of his work can be found at: https://www.shaunpieterclamp.com/.
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