all these things i make
that i think you’ll like
you don’t like
at all
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Notes:
1. Written on October 21st, 2021
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Tales From The Town #27: Poems In The Dirt
Oya leaves a new poem here every day. Beneath where the pictures used to hang, in the ash of obliterated art. If the wind and rain don’t wash the old ones away, a single brush of her boot does the rest.
She doesn’t mind that no one sees her words. The ephemerality of it all is the point. No-one suspects a thing.
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Notes:
1. Written between the 7th and the 10th of May, 2021
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My life is not real until I write it down
That which goes unsaid
no longer exists
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the grass grows long
beneath the
rains of summer
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Notes:
1. Written on July 30th, 2021
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Sitting In The Park
I hadn’t sat in the park for so long
I’d forgotten what sitting in the park was like
(It was like sitting in the park)
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What I Saw While Sitting In The Park
There was a funfair in the park
It was empty of life
and entirely silent
And had been
(I presume)
for quite some time
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Notes:
1. Written on 26th May, 2021
2. In the park