hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Friday, 13 January 2023
MICROSCOPE ON IT ALL
you say a word
too much
& its meaning evaporates
it can be like that writing
microscope on it all
i try & let the words fall out
like a shit unseen
but my mind
is often short
on
fibre & rhythm
~
outgoing words can be frail
is what i am getting at
their sense seen
in the reading of them
read words are strong words
are words that
arrived
written ones only hopeful
& greenstick raw
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