This week’s poem is my Your Details of Its Release are Dead.

 

Your Details of Its Release are Dead

 

The first is his if

necessary so 2000 of them could

build a wall and could realise that fame has always been tainted

even when the first female

appeared on the TV.

A place to

design and a team

was

all I was 20 years ago, younger than I am currently and seeking medical assistance.

Sexually

a very, very large 20th-century cybernetic being, and you?

Over and over, we see doctors!

Mostly bats: You’re mostly cats: You’re

bratty, deluded and the word thespian to a Lord,

or

even a glimpse of his achievement,

didn’t like the

raw with Me

and Mr Abrams’ got it all and you will

too won’t you?

Idiots.

You will you will.

Your born intensity will only become stronger in the end.

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I use chance methods to write my poetry and I’d love to hear from others who do the same.