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.