Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999
Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,
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Monroelogue.
Wrote this 3rd year at Uni...inspired to post it having found it tonight - after the abctales Brighton event where Tara Hanks read extracts from 'The Mmm Girl'... odd.
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From the Haert
When I became sentient and found that I was created from lust and wifely duty, and my conception was a mistake, I felt cold. When I discovered my life had once hung by a thread
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Dying Alone
I have nothing in my life Would anybody notice if I died? Would I make noise if I fell to the floor Since there is nobody around to hear it? When will I die? And how? Will I die alone?
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A Midsummer Night's Frolic
Frolics and capers.
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WLTM
All the words in this poem were taken from the personal ads in one edition of Metro News - though not necessarily in this order, of course.
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Sweet On You
Loss of innocence in the 1960s
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0
I am not I I am not you I am neither singular nor plural – I am the absence of I, not the opposite, the absence of you, I am the presence of something that does not exist.
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