over time i learnt the name of each splintered bone
that was cricked and cracked when he stretched me,
basked in the salt flat sun like a lizard shedding
the dead weight of damp sweat canvas, like scab-
skin sticking to the sheets that i could still taste
even after the first gargle of castor oil for god
and forgiveness.
cheers both. glad the poem means different things to different people. i envy you working with andrew, his debut is extremely accomplished and quite wonderful in places.
Shades of Mash - I thought !
Strong fare and shades of childhood with the castor oil.
Good stuff .
Ray
Stu - I've worked with Andrew and I'm sure he'd be delighted to have rubbed off on you. Lovely imagery here, with tones of R.C. doctrines lurking. Nice one.
Rob
cheers david. again, im not entirely sure what it is. ive been reading a book called physical by Andrew McMillan and its very erotic and quite dark. I think this may be rubbing off on me, if you pardon the pun.
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Thomas Johnson
Sat 30th Apr 2016 21:10
I really enjoyed the overall tone. I can feel a certain intensity even though it's concise.