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- We are spun out forever at sharepoetry
/ / We are spun out forever from “now”, / Home is a skeleton. / A landscape gleaming wildly; / Saturated by spring / But the colours are draining into the years, / Life unravelling / From cardboard boxes and baskets. / / I could alm - Squashed Pine Cones and Motarboards at sharepoetry
/ / Suits resurrected from musty cupboards; / Faces plastered. / Driving on driving / till cars flock and lie like sardines, / / We are all a reservoir of ill-fitting gowns and mortarboards. / I have never been so smart yet felt so stup - The Magpie at sharepoetry
The forgotten is an asset. / The magpie’s frail Sentimentality / Lies tranquil, ensnaring, gleaming. / Memories are a mesh / Made from pipe cleaners, / Glitter, tin cans and barbed wire. / An onion, peeled away - Twenty two and nine months at sharepoetry
Twenty two and nine months / A gulping tyrant wave / Washing me up / Into the coffee I sip amongst colleagues / Razor lights shard the impending November morning, / The bare trees are painted in kohl. / Time subtly translat
