A strange one today. The plan was – clean the flat and write a poem about cleaning. Yes, I know it’s cheap, but I’m not proud, I’ll do anything to stay in the writing mode, and away from the procrastinating, drinking, self-destructive, having much to much fun for my own good mode, although having said that… Anyway, after four hours of extremely anally retentive behaviour, I sat down to write a little ditty, and then an eighties rock song blasted out of the radio, and for some reason I ended up writing about that instead. It’s called Rock Fuck for want of a better name, and you can read it here.
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