'Apero' Poem by James Smith

'Apero'



Dizzy with the prelunch wine
I try to connect a scattered brain
So as to invent, think up, create if you like
A thing worth painting, writing, making.
But only a blanking gaze looks out
Jaundiced, on an uncleaned room
And a suddenly intrusive clock
Defines as always the count-down
To something yet to happen,
Which could of course be lunch.

Saturday, October 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle,living
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 24 May 2018

could be, would be, should be................LUNCH! ! ! TO mYpOEMlIST. BRI ;)

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James Smith 24 May 2018

Thanks for your comments. It's James really but settled for my middle name because there is already a James on the site.

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Daniela Iacoppi 01 October 2016

I really enjoyed this 😊

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James Smith

James Smith

Newcastle upon Tyne
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