are you really a poet?

my shoe is on fire
it smells of glue
i haven't melted anything in days

i thought i'd got over the worst of
it but it's reared it's ugly head. i'm
sitting down, i was sitting down, i think
i'll sit down.

maybe whatever it is will
stop stabbing at my neck- melt this, melt that
leave me alone.


lin e d
col d
o d
co e d
n erd.

Letter To Colin

Dear Colin I thought
I would send you
a letter like this

like this a letter
I sent you
I thought
Dear Colin

O Dear Colin
there's another letter
O Dear Dear Colin
there's another Colin

he's taken your letter
O he's taken your letter

Clin that's it, that's your
letter gone Clin
you better grow
another letter
out your backside
and cling

on or else drop
another
piece
and let it work
its way round
to link

this altogether pointless
expression: I do believe
we've nothing in common.

Yes, nothing
introduced us
to nothing
and since we both
knew nothing
we had nothing in common.

Yours sincerely,

Ale

p.s. I lost my 'X' in a poker match with Richard Mail.