Wednesday 21 February 2024

a fair reading

i came to pronounce 

my poems X

in their cherry wood reading rooms

expecting to be trounced by ivy

crests and emblems

Windsor knots on throats

death rays of stuffy condescension

slanting sigils of wealth and power

by and by 

my imagination proved wrong

like goats in fields

they did devour 

every word


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