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Entry: Lost Poetry Office - A433793
Author: Archangel Kes: Patron Saint of Lost Poetry (see A433793) - U139239

Is this this the right place to submit poems for the Lost Poetry Office?

Hope so. I just wrote this. I've hurt some people who care about me, I think that's where it came from.

Hope you like it!

*****
title:

"Been Around the Block, Came Back."

***

I kicked next door’s dog.
It was chained
To the post. It bit my leg.

I swore at the nurse
Who bandaged
The wound. She blacked my eye.

I threw vases and ashtrays
At the lover
Who kissed the bruise. She left.

I slashed my therapist’s creaking sofa
With my knife.
He called the police to drag me away.

I pulled my lawyer’s hair and spat
In his face.
He told the judge to send me down.

I sang out loud all night in jail.
My cellmate
Arranged a beating for me next day.

I laughed at the uniforms and hats
Of the guards.
They dragged me up the metal stairs.

I pulled funny faces while the surgeon fixed
My legs and spine.
He pushed me off the table and went home.

I held the gaze of death, eyes locked.
I winked. I grinned.
The old man grinned back, swung his scythe.

I saw next door’s dog, sitting next to
This great throne.
It cocked it’s hind leg and pissed. I giggled.

Told to sit and wait for judgement. I whispered
I don’t believe.
I went to the corner shop and bought cigarettes.

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Let's try that again. This time I won't copy the apostrophes out of Word!

** Been around the block, came back. **

I kicked next door's dog.
It was chained
To the post. It bit my leg.

I swore at the nurse
Who bandaged
The wound. She blacked my eye.

I threw vases and ashtrays
At the lover
Who kissed the bruise. She left.

I slashed my therapist's creaking sofa
With my knife.
He called the police to drag me away.

I pulled my lawyer's hair and spat
In his face.
He told the judge to send me down.

I sang out loud all night in jail.
My cellmate
Arranged a beating for me next day.

I laughed at the uniforms and hats
Of the guards.
They dragged me up the metal stairs.

I pulled funny faces while the surgeon fixed
My legs and spine.
He pushed me off the table and went home.

I held the gaze of death, eyes locked.
I winked. I grinned.
The old man grinned back, swung his scythe.

I saw next door's dog, sitting next to
This great throne.
It cocked its hind leg and pissed. I giggled.

Told to sit and wait for judgement. I whispered
I don't believe.
I went to the corner shop and bought cigarettes.