Pomegranate by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

I think, cringing
of when I was at school,
early teens,
thinking I was the
next Joe Strummer.
A few short years later
wishing I was
” On The Road ”
really, I was barely able
to cross it.
Next, a virginal
Henry Miller fan.
Well, I guess I wasn’t the
first one of those.
Such people don’t
arrive many times in
a lifetime, so when they do
you make the
best of it you can.
Just try not to
take them too seriously.
Pick out the
bits you need
and throw the rest away.