Tapping the baton of her teaspoon
twice on the saucer, a bright start,
'You've dropped out,' says his mother.
Her vision of a career in White Hall
disappointed by his small charity job
and arts trifles, not one to acknowledge
the legislative clout of poets. She's
a resurrectionist, keen to deliver him
to Society's scalpel, 'What's wrong?'
through the light percussion of cutlery,
mobile phone calls, and demotic hum,
which he hears as Om.














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Fuselit
Mimesis
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Fuselit
Mimesis
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Pote is to poet as pome is to poem.
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poets are just funny.
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Pote is to poet as pome is to poem.
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Confusion.
Surrealism.
Love.
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Fuselit
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