Poetry Blogs (actors)
I wouldn’t trust a poet to draw machine gun fire
to run out into no-mans-land,
unless it was Orwell or Owen
they’d have their literary futures planned.
Stolen words lifted that roll off the tongue
plagiary gifted the soullessly dumb,
strutting and fawning in dimly lit bars
reciting their plunder like poetry Tzars.
Train-line cheap tickets
off peak day sav...
Monday 5th March 2018 5:57 am
Beyond these indifferent walls
lies a second carapace,
pierced by small, green eyes
in a shimmering face.
It is not my own,
but lies are truths for actors;
they bandage wounds
when the liars rebel
while fleeing, open-mouthed,
from their savage selves.
Wednesday 11th October 2017 1:02 am