It was the mating season.
During the mating season a Flying Scot is infested with coloured mushrooms. Blooming around the snatch.
We cracked crackers and got pasted. Ate Johnny cakes. Had a chinwag about the New Puritans.
The New Puritans had high grip quota and the whole country was post cream.
The villagers were dancing around pre-fabs.
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Published by Marcus Slease
Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His poetry has been translated into Danish and Polish, featured in the Best British Poetry series, and has appeared in Tin House, Fence, and Poetry magazine, among others. He has performed his work at various festivals and events in Prague, Madrid, London, Bristol, Manchester, North Carolina, and Ireland. Currently, he lives in Castelldefels, Spain and teaches high school literature in Barcelona. He is working on a trilogy of nomadic surrealist novels. His latest book is The Green Monk (Boiler House Press).
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