Friday, 24 April 2015


Sometimes inspiration deserts you,
Like the back end
Of a vanishing train.

Sometimes it overwhelms,
Like the flood of fizzy drink bubbles
teeming up your nose.

Sometimes you have to work hard for it,
Like that pretty girl
Who's playing hard to get.

And sometimes it just flows,
Like the sensuous water
And kneaded massage
Of a spa treatment.

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