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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Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Long Weekend.

stretching out
to try reaching
for the future.

back arched, releasing
a tension unheeded,
so made pure.

days on fire
nights of rum
the hurt let alone.

leave the dog
to chew on it,
say bye bye to the bone.
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