So one of my poems got published in a university magazine, so I thought I'd post it up here. I wrote it back in April, in case you're interested:
Whilst paying attention to T.S. Eliot
I should not be here
Rather, amongst the Tubes
And churches of the
Beleaguered ancient city
Let us go then, you and I…
I cannot think in paragraphs
Only in phrases, complete enough
My grammar is that of no man’s –
Adjusted as the sentence sees fit,
To keep you aroused at least til
Its cadence.
We are no prophets, but flapping
Gull wings – my sentences show this –
Without fear, or direction.
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