Poem 11

Eldritch screws

You were told there was a year spent
By one drop-out on
A hundred symbols
Meant to do more
But just plans not stories
What investigations
But you were told

Take leave
But now you want them read
Now you want them
All over
Like an archaeology
Or
Like a gold
Cobbled in swag
All over my erotic time of night
Interrupted by fruitbats again
They are more interesting

Where are they kept

Should you make enquiries

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