Wednesday 6 July 2016

BEAT THEM UP GUTLESS




scribble all these words
on
the backs of scrips
and
coffee shop receipts 
and
theyre not poems
but 
i want them to be

so
i beat them and i bully them
i bash them and shove them around
and
i
get 
something soul-less
something mechanical
something like to-do list
for
anxious robots 
on 

philosophy jag

im blaming the scribble words
when
its 
me 
whos gutless in the sandpit
playing god with my own turds

i start again
with
the force of heart and faith in the hub
and
wash my mind in coffee
and
freezing iced water
and
instead of lunch
i
stand naked outside
on 
natures green patio
waiting
for 
heavy industrial rain



from iainhall.wordpress.com

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