This Poem
By smokejack
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This poem dpoesn't want to be in this poem
It's seen plenty of tired poetry in its day
This poem will sit on the shelf for years
Gathering dust
This poem is a waste of time
There is no context no theme no style
The words are stacked in a pile
Waitimg to topple over
Just to see if it forms a rhyme
The owner of this poem
Denies any connection to this piece
Indeed this poem was orphaned at an early age
It began with a blank page and ended as thin ice
On a cloud of thin air
This poem doesn't care
It's just a rythmic farce
from a talking arse....
That's it no more
Hat tip and exit stge door
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Collect all our old
Collect all our old unfinished poems in a box file,
leave them to talk to each other,
leave them until we've forgoten what they were,
Leave them to propogate,
Then let them out.
Dougie Moody
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It’s like the poem snuck onto
It’s like the poem snuck onto the page while the writer’s back was turned, lit a cigarette, and started monologuing. Total misfit energy, and I love it.
Jess
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