Wednesday, 21 September 2016


Witness To A Hole,
See How A Box Sinks?
In Its Finest Garden
And Aloud Before A Jest,
It Dashes Across Eyed Silver
For The Horse's Savage Arse
To Sniffle A Pastel Deliverance,
A Mural Combed And Cock-Sure
Knitted Into Soft Device
With Hymns Perloined
And Lions Purlined.

Originally posted on the blog "To Whom It May Concern" Sept 19th 2016-

(*I will not be writing as much poetry as I have been these last 6 years, but anything new I will definitely post.)

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