BlockedA Poem by PólInitial thoughts, will tidy laterBlocked again that familiar refrain of the gibbering human washing machine; "As jober as a sudge" one foot in front of t'other trying in vain to link feet and brain touching either side of the street slipping and swaying a rickety bridge connecting shore and island intrepid travellers fear to cross before crashing burning wailing "take me drunk I'm home" © 2014 PólReviews
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