Tag Archives: Christopher John Eggett

Back From The Flood

I put the cold water in the pan Before drinking myself The water so cold in winter pipes And me back from the flood. So wet my wrinkled thumb Isn’t even mine, according to my iPhone I wonder what part … Continue reading

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Relearning All My Lines

Sober in the pub again, relearning all my lines. Invented woman, shouted secret – I have to apologise. Noble dogs, nice house, tall boy, dirty ice – Sober at the bar again, rehearsing all my lines. Slow heart, fast poet. … Continue reading

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You Are Good For Poetry

You are good for poetry uncrooking passages between my heart and fingertips, my crumbling tunnels refreshed and tiled – bouncing red bloody light. It’s a torrent again now, and before it rises I say: “you can have anything” – scoop … Continue reading

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