there’s no competition
poetry competitions
now let me get this straight
we pay you
for the chance
of you choosing us
to sell your anthology
of us to us
me? i make no apology
i place my poems on my blog for free
you can read them there for free
there’s no competition but
the only thing that is not free
my muse
who demands a piece of me
a piddling whittling little bit
of my mind’s branching tree
for every poem
that is not free
oh no! it takes time
that is not free
but why should you pay
here
take it
it’s free
the gannets on the first stack rock
daggering the atlantic’s guano
to grow whole countries
to scream the whitebait
to fledge the petrels
that fly from pole to pole
circumnavigate the globe
upon the trade winds of my words
freewheel the dales
hang-glide the mountains
catch a whiff of me
and be gone
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