that vital spot

~

that vital spot ( a poem for dayboxing )



i'd like to scribe you a poem

but lacked that vital spot

to sit & think & spill some ink

as by the fire was far too hot


i'd love to scribe you a poem

as words are all i've got

the mortuary was death-dead cold

then at my desk sat goldilocks


i need to scribe you a poem

like pineapples need chunks

so down the garden one did plod

but there the faeries got us drunk


i have not scribed you a poem

all efforts sadly sunk

beneath those seas of circumstance

so fuck it - here's the usual junk

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