On a beat poetry day we were shown cut-ups, I hadn't come across them before, something about 'breaking the cyper', I'm not sure it felt at all anarchistic to do it as instructed but it was fun. I don't think you can call it real poetry if its only an emulation of something somebody did with real intent but the results are nice enough!
Stars are in the top, say scientists, why not down?
To spend a moment, taken out on a tour of Artillium.
I'd ascribe Atlantic global and biscuits for you,
Mr Punch, enthusiastic as me (and I get the business to
the Beth Chatto Gardens. Transformed.) This break includes:
credible witnesses of cigar-shaped