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simon williams

Updated: Mon, 26 Feb 2018 01:01 pm


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Been writing poetry since contracting Roger McGough at an early age. Only recently been releasing them into the wild.


Village life (and all that jazz) Chill jazzy streams trickle down from Eastergate and Pule Tinkling like the fast right hand of Lubomyr Melnyk Accompanied by the brassy baaing of the street corner sheep Freshly shorn so as to remain cool In their leather jackets and shades And the steady percussive thump of thirsty revellers Marching toward the Railway or the Riverhead Tap Poets like pickpockets plunder the crowds Snatching words and phrases From passing conversations and half heard lyrics To be broken down in back street language mills Then passed off as new In anything from Haiku to Homerian epics And all the hipster beard stroking generates enough electricity To power the village for the duration of the festival With a bit left over for the Christmas lights Just two short months away

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