Signalling you over a dog’s breakfast
I’ve been living hard
consuming what’s bad for me
and discarding what’s good.
Two dark men are coming to get me.
All I have is my art
and the muse has left
after trashing the place and
dousing my celebration.
Despite all this
the fire’s still there
and I’m standing as tall as I can
under poor light
but can’t you see
I’m flagging?
Hardly flagging, mate. Stronger than ever. Good poem. Good to see you back.
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