Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


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Tuesday 10 July 2012

View from the Old CLR James Library Window


‘OVERCOMERS CHURCH’
says the sign.
Coming over what?
You wonder, tongue bulging
against the pant of your mouth.

For you are without doubt.
Absolutely certain
that the worshippers within
would not find your flippancy
the least bit funny.

Tuesday 3 July 2012

My life has been the poem I would have writ by Henry David Thoreau

My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it.