Sometimes I think my mind br is a bit like a builder's yard. br With portions of poems br phrases and words br Scattered all over the place. br br There is ‘voluptuous’ br sitting up there on the shelf br (Like two tongues in one mouth) br br Then there’s br vitalise br and realise br vacillate and vomit. br Vivacious and vicarious br gregarious and comic. br br Where jocular avuncular br evangels the egregious br And the asinine assassinate br the sons of Bognor Regis. br br Where Chlamydia gets the regard br a sound like that deserves. br And it’s de rigeur br to dismember br the sound from br the meaning br br I have here behind the door, br A long and profound question. br It does ’t fit, it doesn’t rhyme br and I don’t know the answer. br br Last week I dragged it out br and stuck it on the far end br of a half finished poem. br Chipping and clipping br pushing syllables into the gaps. br br It sort of worked so I sent it out. br Alas and alack and later br I had to go out and bring it back br Saying 'sorry' to the reader. br br In the end I hung it above the back door.