WhatWhyHow???

This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

What you must

Standing at the corner walls
In lurid dress your finger curls
To beckon febrile marks inside
As every blackened flower unfurls

Salome avert your eyes
Hand dealt and frankly played
With sweat and skin in that green light
Ambitions and morals then mislaid

With dark rimmed eyes you stalk the night
Your service to perform
With a basket of lies to choke the cold
And keep your children warm.

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