We meet...the first day
for lunch
and have a few drinks
and get a bit twisted
and have a bitta fun
and leave it at that,
because
when I actually think
of a
poem people will buy down the Kwiky or Netto,
several pop out unnanounced;
as though,
as though someone knows what I'm doin'.
But
lets say,
for the purpose
of this,
that they
are a mong
thinking of them
'n me gettin' monged up
monged in
and monged out
as one
and
when they dive inter me head
to labotomise themself
and switch my mind wiv theirs
sorta thing
I
birth
a poem
the mongo is wivthee.
^^
oo
>
___
coo/ epople shu wrekonize!
in a jar be the bed, where it's warm once the candle comes on.
But whey hey hey diddlee do dahs, I've gorra say that I'm also worshpping in a new church now, in another part of the poesie world, where we poise are deposits to skitter in the 'eads of our internet readership; the fans and phoney's clockin' on the net shift.
The place is Ablemuse and I would suggest anyone have a dabble at doin' in the 10 star top brass poetry generals gaurding the citadel walls at the poetry flame HQ of their imaginations. Lots of trad blather by the wannabee total metrical experts working their way up a po faced ladder of poesie only engineers who've undergone total creative labotomies could've come up wiv.
Thank you for your kind words.
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