National Poetry Day! / As all the poets say / And when their rhymes run dry /
They lie down and have a cry
is spinning his wheels
knows there’s a tickle there
is waiting for controllable heat
is the meaning
What if the future doesn’t arrive tomorrow?
is worth 1.21 jigawatts
is missing playtime
might have over-solved his hunger problem this morning
is back at the digital coalface, undertaking his eternal task, attempting to fill
So apparently, infinity still needs filling!
The dance is always on the edge of ending, and starting again
Take it up? Or bring it down?
How you doin’?
is all swing tags and racing rhythms
is both scandal and crisis
The schismatic numismatics are frantic with antic panics
But what of the beginning?
Doesn’t have a most used word
And the wolf said, “What every month? That’s a bit of a chore.”
What’s all this then?
is eight lines and a turn
says “Delayed emails are prophetic”
is just no then yes
Thank you so much for all your birthday wishes and good cheer. You’re all
is the king of his destiny
is concepting around the concept of concepts
is an inuksuk
Build, build and build again
London is coloured grey today
is a self-facilitating node in the link verse
The floor awakens
Really, truly, most sincerely, wishes the year was over already
The rush continues
is hand-working his angst about capitalism, for that true socio-economic
is putting his faith in the motherlode
Happy Christmas vibes!
Lovely to plot and scheme for 2016 and beyond with Nathalie Teitler
Happy New Year from me. A growl from my back. Ow
The canal is quiet this morning; my desk is less so
Meetings are beating me down
is still missing his fountain pen
The Starman ascends
The break is broken
And on we go
If anyone can advise of a career where one doesn’t come into contact with
megalomanical blowhards as clients, I’d be very grateful
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