A True Account of Writering
Slug letters in love,
Worms in a lurch,
Failing to match my own mark.
Each penning a bluff,
A skull-twistic irk,
Like landscaping turds in a car-park.
But shock! Some light! We simmer simile, and Cat at that cunning Rat, Rhyme -
And that ice rink sketched, with wretched wurds, looks sudd -ernly - utt -erly -
sublime.
like piano doves
like silver birch
like yanging ying - light loving dark
like books far above
from a planetary perch
look to copy proper Plato, who copies Cooper Clarke.
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