Poetry

I Tell Myself

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Every day I must
I tell myself. Write and
whether it’s the hell
of holes
or the height of
sophistication
I will honour my family debt.
Turn my thoughts to
desert life and make believe
dogs or war dogs
coming out with gross
approximations
of the real stuff.
Punktual as opposed to
spunktual
or should that be puntual.
Taking notes on the tube
halfway between Kennington
and the end
of the line.

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