today’s torrid
things have happened today
and i have written them down
made the lines risky like
and a bit untidy like
a poem if you like
but the things were very untidy
so untidy that i tripped
and gazed the prose of protestation
bloody raw like
the ironing thud
smoothing each pelvic breath
as the blackbird shattered the dusk
on its way to roost
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