Tag: poem

Don’t Equate Me

The same Grammarly ad five times 25 minutes The same grammarly ad ten times an hour 25 miles of grammarly source code can’t tell me that inconsistent capitals, no full stops random line breaks, can’t tell me How to improve lazy and bleeding noise – Is a cover up: 6

Anohter [sic]

There’s not much better on a Sunday Five layers of salt smell wafting Midday activities pleasurably concluded And a 2ltr cider resting on the table there Pristine before the implosion, pristine And then the week comes with the best Dirt, and the days roll on – cheap fabrics Cut under

Smooth Cider Like Syrup, in Tankard

Because it brings me dreams of green Those fillings between hop fields and farm lads Toiling with their flagons over shoulder and a mean Wage, hairy youth which sup on apples The trees in the wind with that summer pollen Breathing through worms and fruits of the morning Spurned through

I’m Not

Butcher boy you cut it to an act Some divine spark a mere and disgusting event In your fearful eyes and me some stunted stag, The gore of your knife-wielding hunter Splat on my little horns, mocking us both

Computer work

Computers do strange things to your art You can’t rip a file I mean you can rip it off a cd apparently But you can’t tear it in half – you have to give it somebody Once something’s written down you can’t hide from the reality You either accept it

About Romantic Odds

(a drunk normally writes too simply for anyone) It doesn’t matter but you didn’t come I barely asked you to but you didn’t You didn’t answer and you didn’t I sat for two hours with two beers You would disapprove I didn’t talk but I got some good reading Charles

A Red Handkerchief on Grass

i’m talking to you on the phone with the messages, you’re sending me them and I’m sleepy and in the bed and lying next to her and the sheets are up in me, the sun is coming through yellowy; outside the bed is cold inside the bed is warm you’re

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