I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less....
...
It's an odd feeling for a bald poet
to perform
at a fringe event
Sexist.
No woman
has to justify
her fringe status
at the main event
.....
a smile
an unfinished equation
of a unstated enumeration.
A heart
is less than three.
The language of trolls
lacks beauty in it's precision
things unseen
like likes -
oh you read it -
like likes -
give me more -
like casual hellos
from people
you sort of know -
but don't.
.....
skin
what is without
and yet within
the bounds
the limit
black sweetened bruise
stretched
and folded
wrinkle born
.....
Remind me not to read of rape
with six year old eyes agape
over my shoulder peeping
'Look dad, that's Leeds'
......
laden ice
gouged this out
and there it lay
'til railway
came
for fresh air
to splash
dirty brass
on morish villas
......
bluebell chimes
the knell
of morning
past
in sunlight laughing
to sand
and spades
we turn
finding
the
last
scrap
of Christmas paper
.......
peace:)
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