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Uncontrolled scribblings one luch break (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones
When will the images come
And where will come from
A damp day confounds the seasons
Feeling more like mellow autumn
Than iron January
False snow on an allotment to retain, perhaps
or to retain warmth
warmth + water bring life,
or at least sustain it.
River bend
Rough water
Smooth water
Gravel island
I work (and so therefore also write)
In a bourgeois town
Where it is not uncommon to
See such vulgar people as footballers.
Or so my colleague say;
I canât recognise the overpaid fuckers.
ICO pen inscribes my downfall.
Break into prose. Why have I not done this before?
9/1/06 by the river
Scrub that comment about autumn
Behind the mellowness
There is a keen cold
that thins the blood
That leads to:
Sluggishness
or snap to alert?
Depending on mood.
Because this is internal.
Sorry if that was fallacious
and I was pathetic.
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