Lines Written In A Derelict Pub After Reading Fifty Pages of Ali Smith and Drinking Very Unsavoury Tea Indeed

no pluck for the duck 

no good for the goose

no rain for the crane

no swim for the swan

 

I CHALLENGE YOU TO A GAME OF DARTS

dart this word and that verb

no dart for a fart

no nothing for a farthing

 

I CHALLENGE YOU

I FEAR YOU

go AWAY

 

in that pond of words

of stale ideas and sour words

a pond of nothingness

A VIOLIN GOES BERSERK YES A VIOLIN GOES BERSERK

and I'm

drunk on tea