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things I’ve not died
of lately
what a list!
take any of these several aches
inside out
the snuffle
itch
fears, pure and adulterate
truth, nor any lie
long stretches alone in my own head
there’s playing with myself every day
drafting poems
walking, jogging the memory
waiting in a call-centre queue
Putin, Trump and Xi Jinping
the fanfare, the funfair, the rant, abuse
there’s so much my ancestors survived for a while
later pegged out from
but I haven’t yet!
I’ve got through
spraypaint, all of the colours of ink
microplastics
the heat, the cold, the wind, fire, flood
all this confusion
Nietzschean things to make me strong
swallowed the seed of an unknown fruit
little bites and certain knowledge
inspiration, adoration, jealousy, these fits
my bliss and rogue wishes
addiction to what I won’t say
self-seriousness
actual work
the laying down of tone and line
love – so much larger than life
the little fleshing ecstasies
odd beverage and dinner
followed up with
a ration of light
fate!
a cause for dedication
I haven’t yet died of death yet
I haven’t quite swooned away
and still there’s joy to bring
and where you find me now
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