Wednesday, 22 April 2020

the writing shed

storm
and then they roost‬
‪on another of his lists ‬
‪stub pencil lines thick upon‬
the crinkled sheets ‬
‪the words queuing ‬
‪for another fag‬
‪for another cough 
another drink‬
‪until final arrive‬s
incongruously
‪all wiggly fingers and toes ‬
‪the poem is born‬
a cry without tears
‪for the poet it is‬
‪smiling‬
‪through all his muddy lies‬
a glint

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