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Grrrrr
I'm a few beers
ahead of myself.
The children are protected;
covered in a brittle
cacoon they call love.
My head sways
the curry sinks
the beers sing.
Madness is eleven o clock
staring at nothing
for too long
then lighting a cigarette
and doing it again.
It is healthy
if not a little too
repetitive.
Ho hum.
ahead of myself.
The children are protected;
covered in a brittle
cacoon they call love.
My head sways
the curry sinks
the beers sing.
Madness is eleven o clock
staring at nothing
for too long
then lighting a cigarette
and doing it again.
It is healthy
if not a little too
repetitive.
Ho hum.
Published 6th Jul 2011
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- Edited 14th May 2018 5:40pm
7th Jul 2011 1:04am
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7th Jul 2011 9:02am
great poem as always. and yes, I also get that stream of consciousness 'feel' of it, which for me is poetry in its most undiluted form. One does hope that all is well.
7th Jul 2011 12:30pm
and I really appreciate the delicately crafted words that concisely presents the picture over here
