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Graham writes short, sharp and sometimes provocative poetry that displays a sardonic humour stemming from a love-hate relationship with South London.
If you enjoy the poetry, why not send a note to the author by email to hello@scribblingrivalry.com, who will forward your comments.
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Tomorrow and the next day . . . .
Tomorrow and the next day . . . .I gripped my mother’s hand and stared at the walls of books preparing to entomb me. . .
The old librarian smiled but I wondered then how long it would take me, to read all the books in the world. . .
© Graham Pollock 2003
Christmas card people . . .We used to phone Each other regularly. Then it became Occasionally, And then very Occasionally . . .
After a while Our only contact Was a card At Christmas.
I don’t bother now. I just don’t See The Point . . . .
© Graham Pollock 2003
Favourite penI used to have a favourite pen which was red and blue that I just loved to chew . . .
I loved the clicking sound it made when I pressed in the end.
But now I’ve lost it, and I miss it so much . . . .
© Graham Pollock 2003
The artistic impulse . . .He claimed to be driven by the notion of the artistic impulse . . .
This motivation in his life occurred very occasionally and sometimes never at all . . .
As a result he spent his entire existence waiting for something to happen. . . . . © Graham Pollock 2003
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