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A piece on how poetry is for me

Doing me in

Writing_freelance_online_content_dayton_cincinnati_columbus_centervilleby Tim Campbell19 Mar 2014

I think that is enough of poetry…for now

A hole has been drilled out of my head

There is bone and blood flying on the wall

On my books and paintings
On my shoes and underwear
On my weed and grinder
There is a mess of humanity
done in
By poetry
That relentless clammering
‘Bang’ ‘Bang’ ‘Bang’
All day and night
This poetry must stop
Except that which thrusted
This mess on my light and my dead
I love it
I love it
I love it in my bed
In my head
To defeat the snores of ugly men