Paste Bodies

I guess today's poem is another kind of collage. (DAY 13) (Em)Place(ment) I'm leaking round the edges, my bolts are coming off, whatever kind of glue God may have used to stick my limbs in place - it wasn't good enough, it yellowed and cracked with age. And perhaps, all along, I had paste eyes, …

Mental Collage

So I started day three of NaPoWriMo with every intention of following the (non-compulsory) daily prompt, which was to write something in the vein of an incantation or a nursery rhyme, which I thought was a great idea. I had great fun writing¬†something like this a couple of years ago. But I actually wasn't in …