SubtleI wish I had time
for subtle poetry
but my life is not subtle.
It comes to me like a big lump of lard.
It comes to me
like falling chunks of masonry,
tubs of flesh mixed with blocks of stone,
blood mixed with sperm;
It might have been going to be subtle,
but then it got bought out by lego
and all the pieces were standardised
so that they fit together
in the hands of a child.
This is why I need poems
where you donít need a poem workshop
before you can understand them.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2014-10-01 at 18:11
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