Don’t eat the sweetcorn

Try and you try and you still get it wrong because the learning curve is so fuckin’ long and the nights are much brighter on the dark side of sin knock,  knock and we’ll let you in. The telephone wire’s stripped bare electrical impulses no longer there no voice to control me and my mind’s free…

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Gargling with gargoyles

When I flip and skip a word or jumble lines that become the sum of what I do it doesn’t bother me it’s only my pretence at poetry and who cares anyway? Shakespeare? no dear he’s long gone along with Shelley, Keats and John Donne, I feel at times alone like the lines don’t want…

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