‘writing for the rats’
— Charles Bukowski
I see a yellow wall
turn it over
there’s writing
on the other side
scribbled notes
theories on life
I haven’t been to Paris yet
but I will soon
then I’ll have lived
I might go to Turin
and Genoa, or Barcelona
or a village on that coast
or all of them
then I’ll have lived
a little bit more
I’ll come back here
or a place very like it
and find…
Owen Bullock (New Zealand / Canberra)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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