One Poem by Jim Bennett

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

he hates writing poems

about grizzled loners
empty alleyways at night
cats that cry   run off
as lights explode
there’s no muse here
the rain is about to fall
glaze walls   clean pavements
it will soon be morning
he looks for a wall to paint
the spray can
in his pocket is nearly full
just one tag done
he hates writing poems
they fill his head with nonsense
you can see that
but he loves graffiti


Jim Bennett is a poet who was born in Liverpool in the UK a long time ago and is still alive (we think).

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