23 May 2012

Fever

Typewriter

You’re forced to compromise

Become partners in crime

Negotiate your silence

With the masters of time

You call yourself a poet

And buy a typewriter

For writing retro prose

In strangled pentameter

All left feet and right hands

You murder the days

With rhythmic tapping

You suffer the nights

And pray for deliverance

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2 comments:

  1. Grandiose way to capture a dwarf :) I love the way you theatrically achieve the puffed up ambition of a self absorbed artiste scene

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  2. I was inspired by a dwarf... now was it Dopey, or Grumpy? I can't remember his name - there are indeed so many...

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