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Oct 2016
What I have is a pitch
angled at nothing
and I envy the limber crowd of bees,
and I envy the spiderโ€™s easy meal.

The low hum of a wash cycle
competes with, then dislodges my dirge,
gradually builds a golden,
natural looking wan expression.

Diffident? Go out and meander
content to accept the indifference of meaning.
This walk is not a protest.
This work was only ever play.

Suitable for all skin types
our explanations canโ€™t help themselves,
run like British accents on trade
and explain away any need for help.
Non-streaking conceits
you know best how much you are worth.
a poem partly made up from the blurb on a shampoo bottle!
Simon Leake
Written by
Simon Leake  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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