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I don’t want a Poem …

I don’t want a poem
That has me reaching
For my Thesaurus, my dictionary
My iPod for some light relief
A bundle of words tumbling
Over each other that sometimes
Rhyme. Sometimes there is
Rhythm. Sometimes there is
Neither. So what are we
To make of it?
If we can’t understand
Complicated words

My thoughts at 9:30 this morning.
I thought about getting Judy Dench to read it – what d’you reckon?


this year’s Christmas soaps
stand in line along the bath
shiny and unused

3rd Jan

cold hands cold feet
through the window the sun
heating my hair

1st January

an open fire
crackles in the grate unheard
above household noise

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