The Dread Letter Office
Where the collected poetry from
The Far Queue
comes to rot.
The Chairman
And I won’t wag this tailless dog
That named itself boredom
As a child who pulls the legs off a frog
And finds no room to store them
In the box that’s labelled ‘Acceptable’
After Berryman, via Iggy Pop
July 2011
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