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Lectures on Life

Lectures on Life

I’m hungry. Pancake Day is soon.
I’m faced with ombré hair &
split ends.
 
A rubbish bin
littered with misfits.
The smell of sex
in the air.
 
Nails bitten,
books not read,
eyelids heavy.
 
Melted chocolate
stains my jeans.
Writing in the only red
pen I could find.
 
Singing
a song I heard on the radio
“We could change
The world with a piano”
 
Feeling homesick reading
Shakespeare.
 
Bills need paying,
novels need to be written
but for now pretend
I am listening.
 

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Lorna Caizley

As artists and daydreamers, it is a fantastic knack to pretend to listen at school...to much on the brain
lorna
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Jason Brown

This is a detailed poetic sketch of elusive depth.

How is it that I'm just discovering your work now?!

J ;)

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Ellie Pickles

Hi Jason,
I stopped writing for a while... I'm flattered you think that though :)
kind regards 
Ellie

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