Thursday, 3 July 2014

a one hundred and thirty eighth poem...'shipping forecast'

Black depressions
Expected low
At O seven Zero;
Shaking hands,
Wastelands -
Rain at times with
Office blues, mind
Indifferent;
Visibility, typically
Poor; doors closing
Left, right;
Sea state becoming
Rough at night;
Wide awake, six
through gale eight;
Foggy head,
Living too late.

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