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Inner Voice

Vandal Poem of the Day: April 16, 2020

by Roy Fisher

Getting old,

living alone, I still

talk too much but to myself.

I talk my way through

procedures like

carrying books downstairs.

The monologue’s so stupid

I do it in farting Mockney

or worse, mincing

Estuarian: none of it worth

the touch of my own Standard Midland.

from Selected PoemsFind more by Roy Fisher at the library

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