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Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Slip


The words walk behind
to half catch the contemplation
to make a sense of not a lot to do

All the while there are whispers
in the gantries of the molecular mind

Trickle, trick. trickle, trick, trickle

All these hours all the while
whispers behind the conversations

Did you think, trickle trick
that would be the thick of it
to make a sense of not half to do



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here