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These are poetry drafts. I consider all my poetry in a constant state of drafting, some with revision ongoing, others merely gathering dust. Some have been published but will still be considered drafts.

N.B. When these posts were imported I noticed some of my reblogs also got pulled in. It should be ovious from the contents that they are reblogs from other writers. I am in the process of removing those posts.

THEY LINED THEM UP

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On the day of the reckoning
the final day of the war
the three remaining brain cells
awoke
at
dawn

One said: “Life on Mars is beautiful, authentic, Ford Capri. They should bring back National Service
f@cking imm3diat3ly”

Two said: “A Beautiful Mind. Delusional. The Loving Wife – blessed peace, He who understands the suffering – no worries need to feel”

Three said: “Sorry Doc, I like being drunk. Dot was her mother’s name, the shark that swam across the sea wearing a ring of steel”

They lined them up
three hooded cells
the wall was rough
their fear untamed

The silence broke
Their fear unbound
The wall pierced
by bullet rounds

On the final day of the war
three brain cells died
no wicked witch in sight
just a bottle of old delight

VEILED BEAUTY

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Uncomfortable without your
make-up
your face-paint sprayed
brushed layered lust
hiding you
hiding your
better self denying us
skin on skin
touching
a pretty face
hiding

Easy

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Easy

It was easy to die
To discard the lot
Draw the curtains and
Unplug the phone
Delete the blogs and
Unfriend the friendlies
Hide beneath a blanket
Forget about it all
No one will remember
No one at all

Resurrection sucks
Remembering the sinner
Cold without a blanket
Window cleaner please!
Locked doors keys lost
Rediscovering the poets
Following the followed
Reinstate the blogs

It was easier to die
Living is fearing
Writing not easy
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