Swallow and Spit



If I swallow myself, will I forever preserve all of the books I have read and not read?

If the read books go straight through me, will the not-read books be digested slowly?

If the words are sifted and sorted into the ordered files of my inner being, can they be

mixed up; mixed up and spat out; spat out into all of the poems I have still to write?


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019


Inspiration borrowed from the poem ‘Hon or We have both traveled from the other side of some hill, one side of which we may wish we could forget’ by Anis Mojgani.



Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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