Tuesday, 19 February 2013


Can anyone explain to me the air?
I choke at times and spit flies from between my lips
Dig out a midge from beneath my eyelid
While trucks rumbling past shake me almost off my bike
Dust so thick can choke my sight
As well as the barking dogs around
Reflections in the long pools
Lined out in grasses
Are a perfect mirror
Lit up
Bend head round to see behind
Wait for wonder to pass
Could go like this till a sudden stop
You'd kill me dead
Before I knew what it meant

That was a so-called poem written off the cuff and presented here unedited.

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