LINES FROM THE LIBRARY

The poems were configured for maximum twitch,
words threaded together with forward slashes.
 
Any dancing led to spasmodic jerks at most;
readers simply going through the motions.
 
I was advised to wear good shoes or go barefoot,
travel cross country and keep two metres apart.

Tomorrow will never be the same again:
into the back silence melt.

 

   © Rupert M Loydell

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