Inexpert Poems

Go down to your deepest places,
Where the past has left its traces,
Go right back to the very start,
When memory began to chart.
Bring to the surface all the hurt,
All the accumulated dirt,
You have to give your soul a clean,
So once more...Read More

Inexpert at rhyme 
or singing in time
I bray like a laryngitic donkey
my artwork's inept 
I'm ham-fisted except
when doodling things that are wonky

Of style I'm bereft 
my feet are both left
splayed in an opposite direction;
'tis little wonder
I blindfully blunder
into despair and...Read More