Fish and Chips at a Ambulant Duck, by Stuart Munro

Stuart Munro

Fish and Chips at a Ambulant Duck

As I throw my fish and chips at an Ambulant Duck

But it wasn’t it’s fault, it was partially framed

By a bird conspiracy

Cultivating in, slipstream wing desires

And flight cloud penetration

It just takes off, without a chip

Which brings a heightened glitter

To an embraced and developing mind

I crawl into, enchantment

And overflight cloud greed

a bird drastically dives

With hardly any swiftness

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