Zachariah Lovespoon Poems
- Buffers Is it a poem? Or just some squit? Oh how to get ...
- Muse The Muse The mothers milk of creativity Devine ...
- Noam Noam, a learned man, a popinjay They glean these ...
- The Unconscious Dark They say that dreams are ours to own To...
- Deano Deano my Deano Yorkshire your mother land Land of ...
Born in 1907 to Lord and Lady Chesterfield Lovespoon at home, in Winterndale Abbey. I spent the First World War cleaning cinnamon volositude conductor plates on glosification tributaries in Acton at the Ministry *Eccles cake factory, for the War effort.
*Zach fact: (Eccles cakes saved thousands of lives on both sides during and just after the First World War)
In 1939 I was... more »
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The Unconscious Dark
They say that dreams are ours to own
To unravel the conundrums of the conscious
Once lost in the hubbub of the frontal lobes
Set to unravel in the tranquillity of sleep, but for a moment
No matter, for when the glue of REM loses adhesion
what hope shines when your unconscious mind takes against you?