Poetry. by Joe Copplestone


Poetry as magic

Poetry as life

Poetry as the lords prayer

Poetry as my mantra

As my charms

Tongue and heart

Poetry as religion

Hastily scratched and stashed

In heavy pockets

Over ripe with questions and answers

Gone off romance

And badly hidden charactitures

Poetry as defense

To repel foul gases

Poetry as my everything

Jotted with no care

Poetry as evidence

That I exist

And twist in time.

By Joe Copplestone

Joe Copplestone is a skinny ginger Brummie who writes poetry because he’s not religious and believes everyone needs prayers and mantras. Joe lives between South Birmingham, North West London and East Berlin. He mostly sleeps on floors. You can read more of his work at http://jcopplestone.blogspot.com/


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