Hello lovely Lit-Net types (: I went on a poetry binge this evening, and after all the wonderful, creative, sometimes genius wordsmithery I found myself compelled to write... Equally, I had a rather odd evening... Well, weekend. Anyway, what with all that I wrote one just for you guys. I hope you like it, and I'm interested to hear opinions as its still very rough!
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living a poetic cliche
smoking cigarettes
outside a train station
reciting verses in the rain
but it's always been that way
just like when we
drank champagne
in an underpass
on reflection
it's a dark past
but this evening
we found ourselves
raising a glass
in chain operated bar
in liverpool street
and we laughed
exasperated existentialists
empiricists who met at auschwitz
of all places
and years later
we find ourselves
discussing hegel
just off brick lane
freezing
at an outside table
clutching desperados
in plastic
the fact is
the universe
may just be
essentially
erratic
but i will always
love london
in november


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Actually I rather like this poem, it has a stamp of authenticity, (even if it isn't
) such surreal moments, I find, do occur, and this captures one rather well. There are a couple of things you might want to look at, though. The tense, like your universe, seems a little erratic. I'd recommend sticking with present.

