Waking to write another article, story, or poem that will never sell on:
This is my life
I am living
Let me ram this poem cockwise into you
so that you may see how crappy it is
Dylan Thomas, FOSTER THE LIGHT, Stanza 4:
Roll unmanly over this turning tuft,
O ring of seas, nor sorrow as I shift
From all my mortal lovers with a starboard smile;
Nor when my love lies in the cross-boned drift
Naked among the bow-and-arrow birds
Shall you turn cockwise on a tufted axle.
I wonder if it has something to do with how cocks turn? I wonder if cockwise is a boat term or part? Dylan, from context, is mixing feathered fowl and boats together. Anyway, moving on.
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