Cold Turkey

Here’s a new poem from me brought on by a song I heard yesterday on BBC 6 Music. I’ve never heard the song before & can’t even remember what it was called or who sang it but it placed a riff in my head that I needed to do something with. Here’s the result –  not a song obviously but then, much as I love music, I’m not terribly musical.

 Cold Turkey

Gotta break the habit of you

stuck in my veins like a permanent fix.


Gonna shake you off

erase all memory

delete you from my contacts

de-friend you.

Gonna stop lying to myself

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