alfie lee writing



i am the strawman
perceived sleight
escaped artist go going
ghosts before
your eyes feeling your fear
that ill will shape
your meaning

i am the strawman
gall guy shh horned blind
spot against
your fall of it i
am fit
only for the sweeping
wave and hurl

i am the strawman
who knows what when
no go dead row dust
flows all the swifts of
the sky hole ash holds
lead wound blow
up scare crows cry


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