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
all I was 20 years ago, younger than I am currently and seeking medical assistance.
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,
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?
You will you will.
Your born intensity will only become stronger in the end.
I use chance methods to write my poetry and I’d love to hear from others who do the same.