Short poems 2006
by ~LazyLinePainterJohnLookunlike
This could be a photo of Irvine Welsh
If only he looked more like somebody else
This Is The Third
For several days now
I have had two poems in my head
Balanced, as it were.
Today I wrote one down
And as I did the second vanished.
This is the third.
3 lines
I wanted to fit all you are into three lines
Will you wait till I improve
Or will I wait till you diminish
No, no, no, no, no
My father lies
Full fathoms six.
Contrary git.
Oh My Scars
'Oh oh my scars, my wounds, my scars'
You flaunt your scabs for all to see
And reckon that it's poetry
That comes out if you squeeze them hard.
This Actually Happened
Today
I found my wallet
Underneath
The Communist Manifesto












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