Footle Poems

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Rat
war's a-
fore! Shipshape
...

He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like vellum, blank and pale.
Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence.
He scans the room as he would a poem seeking an indent that leads to a quiet corner.
A half-lit light casts a shadow on the flock wallpaper, ink stained.
...

Gray sky,
Blue cry.
...

Tower,
Power.
...

Swim for
the shore.
...

Wrong turn
to learn.
...

This nose
sniffs rose
...

First prize,
Surprise!
...

The light
is bright.
...

I fight
the night.
...

The way
to play.
...

The word
of bird.
...

Strong wind,
Trees bend.
...

Replace
my face.
...

Better
weather.
...

The dawn
is gone.
...

The bat
eats rat.
...

I took
a look
...

The gold
to hold.
...

Nature,
Creature
...

I: WWW.it'sme@rat_race.com
Rat
war's a-
fore! Shipshape
...

He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like vellum, blank and pale.
Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence.
He scans the room as he would a poem seeking an indent that leads to a quiet corner.
A half-lit light casts a shadow on the flock wallpaper, ink stained.
...