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Mugged By A Mob Of Consonants & Vowels(New Year Poem For Me Old Mucker Al)
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Mugged By A Mob Of Consonants & Vowels(New Year Poem For Me Old Mucker Al)

The alphabet
chases me

corners me

forces me
to take its letters

(aghhh...eeee...ayeeee....ohhhhhh....you!)

form them
into words

form them
in sentences

that make some kind of sense...sometime

meaning that means something & then
...something more.

Only leaving me to be
when(alone) this poem

is done

leaving my mind
bruised & battered

still(only just) breathing
alive to the sense of it all

a poet
on the run

a fugitive from
the word gang!

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