A Day In Arcadia
...You leave the car at what was once,
in old reality, a farm and where the
National Trust democratise so now not cows
but parking motorists feel alarm.
Across a road are loos, ex milking parlou...
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Categories:
insomnious, beach, beautiful,
Form: Verse
And Woody Herman Played
...Blues in the Night.
A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks
of a poisoned metropolis.
A clandestine garbage chut...
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Categories:
insomnious, angst, introspection, on writing
Form: Free verse