Hunch Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Hunch



my guide kept mostly quiet
until he wanted things his way
then he would turn my head
for no obvious reason
and hope for the best
but I found in Nicorates
he was a head turn to be trusted

though I don't think he trusted me

Thursday, July 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: head,voice
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Hunch
poetry by Clive Culverhouse

when something inside seems to know

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