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Ode to Jack (Free verse) by Skamper And I shall fall in the hollows of the great pretender
to be swallowed by water-colours...chained in their vanity
the road to Jack is lost
so - come forth the sweet pretender
wend you words through the passages of past masterâs echo - I will
follow the shadowy intrusions
you create within my mind -
And cry for Jack
Empty needles stick to basic principles
of sculpted pretty pictures -
where is a girl to dream...
when every image painted is over-sized and details blurred
every word written
grabs needily for attention -
those who read can see the imitation
of their little lives -
flushed out and waved about
and they all think
Yesâ¦thatâs just how I feel
And poetry is lost
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