Rolled by a Wayward Strand

Rolled by a wayward strand ...locked into our imagination we are more able to imagine, the potency becomes as lucrative as any strong liquor; in this situation I tear myself to shreads and sew myself together, over some odd and fanciful diurnal patterns. No doubt in these 21 poems the poetry is on-board and creeping about within the bloodstream, there is fascination for my simple life, a joy found in the simple daily experience of saying hello and Mother Courage crying hey shouldn't we be treated better.

© Christopher Sanderson 2020