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Greek Lunch

When I decapitated my breakfast egg a yellow
chicken popped out pecked at my toast and
insisted on nestling under my left armpit and
I looked like a man with a broken arm that
had grown back wrongly. After a few weeks
it grew so bold that it followed me around in
narrow streets; even chased away nosy dogs
Six months old it ended in my pot kept some of
its feathers through to prove that there is such a
thing as a free lunch.

By Jan Oskar Hansen


QLRS Vol. 3 No. 3 Apr 2004

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  Other Poems in this Issue

Permission To Write
By Koh Tsin Yen.

Three Poems On Lost In Translation
By Ng Teng Kuan.

The roots of everyday things are sunk deep
By Brandon Lee.

Tidal
By Edlyn Ang.

On Ocean Street, Carlsbad, California
By Kirby Wright.

Quiet Virtuoso: Laurindo Almeida
By Oscar Balajadia.

For A Gymnopedie By Satie
By Oswald LeWinter.

 

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