A poem from my poetry book ‘Blodyn’ published a few years ago
Ninetyfivefive
you know the score
in a movie
or a tv show
the flaws
small flaws
idiosyncratic flaws
twelve flaws
or just one
we’re allowed to be flawed
it’s ok as long as in the end
we’re fucking good at our job
in my real life i’m an artex ceiling of cracks and fissures
with some small redemption
it’s kind of arse-backwards ain’t it?
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* click here for a painting inspired by this poem
“Blodyn” is the Welsh word for “Flower”
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