Filth
So you chop leaves fine
Wrap in paper, set alight
And breathe in the filth
'Where there's muck, there's brass'
Scouring the lives of screen stars
For 'Filth' magazine
Out of muddy filth
From deep in our garden pond
A lotus blooms pure
Ragged
Raggedy Andy
Very much the afterthought
To Raggedy Ann
In that one moment
Eyes burning, breath so ragged
Knew I had lost you
Ragged rascal ran
Racing around rugged rocks
Reaching Royal Road
Stop
Stop. Think about it
Hundred years ago, this day
Men fought World War One
Stop all the pressure
Sit and let you mind run free
Breathe gently. Accept.
Let me tell you, dear
I don't want this life to stop
It's been too much fun
Stare
We stare into space
Our future predetermined
Some
aeons ago
My eyes unfocussed
Sometimes I just sit and stare
Mind-cleansing
routine
Look in the
mirror
This old man just
stares at me
With great sympathy
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