A Sonnet On The Surface Of My Coffee
Now sparse the signs of entropied life sit, floating despite th’impossibility.
Author: William Altoft
Writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol.
Some Blank Verse, In Which I Indirectly State That The Sunlight Fills The Room
Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at its torn ‘n frayed heels.
A Journey, Ubiquitous
‘Ray’byun camels c’lect their stores in sanded, varnished vista.
A Flow’r Upon A Grave
Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by! With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie suffused!
These Auld Graffitied Walls: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
Nurtured’s the roots of grass that grows again.
william altoft 