Category Archives: Experimental poetry

Clip clip snip

Decided to do something with clippings of recent writing. Am starting to look for unpaid proofreaders for this novel extract (to do so while I’m on holiday 5/8 to 19/8), so if you’re interested, drop me a line at arcanine91@icloud.com.

There was no nothing getting through.
Though when the rubble bore down on me I began to have second thoughts
Second thoughts when the rubble bore down
A tsunami of ’em
(Sunlight optional)
In the parking lot of silver surfers
I slide up a staircase’s bottom
Engulfing my bearings

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Poim

I think there was too much!

I think there was too much!

You can direct my question, direct my question.

Oh boy.

Detachable manners all know how to play.

The ball still nearly broke hobby and Sindh.

Hobby and Sindh.

Hobby and Sindh.

But I have almost my ticket hobby.

Oh, the lineup was shot!

The lineup was shit!

I think there was too much!

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The right way to play all season.

Praise be to the squirrel god.

Winter

Frost.

Little tiny particles frozen on the grass fearing the sun at its height.

Grass.

Little tiny green stalks keenly anticipating the sun at its height.

Sun.

A massive ball of fire keenly anticipating its apex.

 

Winter.

A moderate chill shivering with fearing the sun at its height.