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Blue tits once nested
Now planning permission saught
For more tidied flats

Jesus arriving
In a flash of blinding light
On a ferris wheel

A decorator
Wipes his hands first, then relieves
His diarrhea

The end of the world
For the sailors on this ship
Is hard, clear and cold

‘Art for offices’
A highly damning critique
Of an artist’s work

“You’re drinking Gaymers?”
“Yes. Do you – ahem – drink it?”
“Meet me in the gents”

A perfect male life:
Eat like a glutton all year
Then become knickers

The canal jungle
Will swamp and scour away
Man’s shallow footprint

A tattooed skinhead
Proclaims your identity
And deters muggers

The swirling sea fakes
The imprint of a giant
Limpet on a rock