Monday, 10 December 2018

tapping the well of words

tapping the well of words

i have an oil well nodding-donkey
sitting in my head 
every time it nods and raises
another poem’s bled
from the seam of golden poets
deep down by my toes
up and down up and down
pumping poems and blank prose
i hope my jargon footprint
will tread lightly where it goes
global and heartwarming 
who knows who knows who knows

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