Autumn Fayre
at the Arts and Crafts Fayre
one stall stripped bare
had nothing on at all
across the hall from the refreshments room
it could be seen
inbetween the hanging- quilts and raffia mats
and there he sat
tea-cup rattling on plate
an octodegenerate
eyes fixed on those long smooth legs
he lingered at the dregs
then from his pursed lips
the semblance of a sigh
there was that taste now bitter-sweet
and he can't remember why
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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