those legendary poets

the poets that we think we are are drinking at some legendary bar putting some whiskey-sponsored curse into a form of doggerel verse later on we’ll says it could have been worse but still want to slam into reverse epilogue in balloon…

stopped and started so soon

you hit some kind of impasse and there’s temptation to be crass instead get off your ass and recognise the glass as neither half empty or half full but a mirror, temporarily dull you get up and bringĀ  a renewed vigour the…