I'm a poet. I'm published in various forms of media and currently working on my first novel.

This blog will display my work as it is written, before being submitted for publication, as well as expressing my thoughts and feelings on the dull.

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June 13, 2010

UNCLE COTTON BUD

butter lambs steal the sleep of ideas
that were, but never are original
and the use of soldiers without a war
labour softly at conscious and caring

apparent aliens are the thieves of
time and undiscovered discovery
nomadic drunks are essential in their
quaint purity of self proclamation

hermits wish for butter lambs to become
enigmatic, after fleece is shorn and
petals are popped; blown to a dry, western wind
wise to know faith is better placed in god

Lewis Dalton