Funny things
that need to be said
hang around
in the back of my head
Beautiful words
and wild surprise
live in the poems
behind my eyes.
Frightening things,
terrors and fears
shiver in poems
between my ears.
There they sit
like a cloud of vapour.
They won't come out
on to the paper.
So, frustrated,
I sit and swear
at the poems that live
beneath my hair.
by Bill Scott
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