I have a book of collage poetry that I started in 2012 and finished in the spring of 2015. I say finished because the notebook, one of those marble composition books, ran out of pages for me to paste poems on. Well, that’s fine.
I was looking through this book the other day and I realized the poems at the end of the book had no names or dates written at the bottom of the page – my signal for having typed out the poems, scanned the pages, and posted them.
Well. My orderly system exposed for what it is – reliant on my paying attention. Oh dear.
So, I fixed things up and the book is now complete, poems properly archived, and so on. Therefore, the next thing to do is to post them, and I’ll get right to that. Here’s the first one.
End of Time
there was last night
and the vanished sun like a ghost
the empty air
and the shadows struggle
under the last rays of the