THEREFORE I CAN

the creosote
& the petrol

the varnish

& tarmacadam

the neighbours skunk

on the weekday wind

& the mucking-out-the-stables earth-funk

of
the
animal
self

i smell 

yes

i smell

therefore i can 

PICASA MADRIGALS, DAY & DO

POEM SELECTA

most things CAN be
and
somethings SHOULD be
but
not everything HAS to be

  a
poem

  i 
think

looking up at the pale coin of the moon

  my
  pen
still and forgotten

cos
somethings
already
are

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