12 October 2012
Well, reeling consequence pushy,
Doing a face unfadingly,
Piano playing sketches,
Four & a half weeks, weakly,
Some moments of brilliance,
A very odd poem,
Articulate & unusual words,
Am on my own now lost all else in the boggy morass,
Atmosphere relaxed, Always waiting,
All this waiting I can't stand it any more,
Entirely self-contained,
A boat to Azores!!!!
Poetic Jokes Or Other • Opuss № I