I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less....
.....
hev ee mardled wit yer muther
rid a bike up Hunstan hill
do ee dangle right
on Frydee night
then tell ee parson that ye will
....
me yankles hurt
culler the sky
with word history
gay effulgence
angles sing
.....
you're not as clever
as I think you are
someone is insulted
but i can't work who
so we shop for handbags
eat sushi
count pi
.....
soap
will
not
wash
this tattooed scar
.....
pipe smokes
rough words
spoken hastily
and now returned
cherry shag
with hints of brandy
drunk on tea
withdrawn hand
.....
peace:)
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