I'm here in the Sandbar once more, once more
It's dark, subdued, the poetry film plays on
Performances from 1984
There'll be some recitations when it's done
Some invited readers, and I am one
I've written some punk-themed stuff for tonight
Hopefully when I read, my nose won't run
Brian Patten's reading, dair hair curls so tight
This tiny notebook's great - it fits inside
My inside jacket pocket, with my store
Of two pens, good quality, that someone
Got me for Christmas - I've used it to write
Some ideas down, sparked by Mr Roger
McGough, and this sonnet, and maybe more...
Monday 19 March
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