"Call me Ishmael!"
I dreamed amongst
pamphlets and a
weighty tome
3/4 length sports jacket
cord-du-roi
loose ends flap
an absent "I":
a flop-haired genius of the common room?
a beautiful fighter for human rights?
Embedded in ancient stone
machinery at odds
with an awkward bicycle
a pleasing vacuity
a whisper of
scissors through year-books
the sepia jacket
signals everything, nothing
at the Maypole
the avante-garde gig
plush readings
hand-lasted shoes
I will not call you Ishmael
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http://www.badstep.net/
http://www.cb1poetry.org.uk/
"From the waist downwards, Bloodnok was tattooed with a pair of false
legs... facing the wrong way."
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