There’s a danger

Blackout poem #7
Blackout poem #7

There’s a danger
in terms of being a well-oiled machine.
It means you don’t have to think
and when you’re doing that,
that’s boredom.
Think, enjoy the feeling.
It’s art.
Just relax.

5 thoughts on “There’s a danger

      1. My favourite poem of his is “anyone lived in a pretty how town”

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