Stuck In The Margins

Long divisions multiplying negatives as positives

Until we all got stuck in the margins

An emphatical mathematical sabbatical

Remains incompatible

Complex equations subtracted by constant additions

Long divisions

Multiplying negatives as positives


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I also wrote a book:)
Posing For A Selfie With Nero By Glen Hunter available through Amazon tinyurl.com/hrh8kb9

“An unconventional poetry book for unconventional times.

No Normal

The problem is…

there is no normal, no sane, no status-quo

Just grow

Continue

Blood, dirt and sinew

Without you , within you

Continue

Flow

There is no normal, no sane, no status-quo



Thanks for checking out my piece.
I also wrote a book:)
Posing For A Selfie With Nero By Glen Hunter available through Amazon tinyurl.com/hrh8kb9

“An unconventional poetry book for unconventional times.

Hash-Tags and the Glad Rags

Don’t buy this book, seriously , just leave it , it’s not worth it. Leave it be. Drowning in the ratings of the Amazonian sea.

Busking with words on the digital highways and by-ways. Looking for good reviews and high praise cos these days it’s not about art, it’s all about the PR. Nobody gets that far on talent alone. It’s all about the hash-tags and the glad rags, the semi naked selfies with Nero contained in size zero cans of dichotomous dizzy drinks

This book stinks !

( Here’s the links – http://tinyurl.com/hrh8kb9 – http://tinyurl.com/gsetr29 )

According to Indy writer working rules I use these on-line tools for promotion rather than creation. It’s a weird modern-day indication of the alienation of the worker from their production. Just a constant reduction to the seduction of wealth and fame. Empty grain for the brain and so much less than zero. Posing For A Selfie With Nero.

 

That Pound Of Steel Flesh

I make the absurd word waltz into life sentences

My flow can only grow until caught in parenthesis

I even ate a dictionary in the hope of presenting this

With emphasis on a skilled rhyme and reason ,

Time and season,

temperance filled with dangerous teasing

Pleasing on the one tongue clapping, the hidden hand laughing

The trees fall in the seas with the ease of no profound sound

My thoughts caught spinning into the ground ,

grinning into the mound

Singing for that pound of steel flesh ,

that couldn’t feel less

and brings about stress when no longer there.

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“An unconventional poetry book for unconventional times.”