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All Day Breakfast
Your bad hours fizz
in a squirming glass,
and as cheery as they
had previously seemed
you require the waitress to
please change these flowers -
they're fake;
this head, please ... this universe ...
Hope the bellowing coffee
can fill you without any serious
danger of overflowing.
Yesterday
you only needed to pin down
the laughing words;
today you're th...
Saturday 6th August 2022 2:36 pm
Olives
I guess that at one time or another - if we're being honest - we've all been blinded by the white hot heat and light of our fantasies, dreams, and ambitions; as poets it's practically in our job description to be thus.
The following poem owns up to flying too close to that particular sun, and the resultant crash-and-burn,
That doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying for the impossible though ....
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 4:25 pm
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