Poetic Collage

I’m no poet.
I write fragments, bits;
I pore over magazines of ideas

and
appetizers

Removing a ‘please your man’
or just a ‘man’ -then
I paste those fragments across my notebook.

Like quilting

But I’m no quilter.
I’d stitch myself together
Very un-artistically.

“Let’s try collage,”
I tell the no-one who reads my poetry.
And stick my fingers to each other-
The glue gone gummy
from mishmash poeming.

“Next time,” I decide
‘midst the detritus,
“I’ll stick to macramé.”

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