All for five shillings worth

In All for five shiling's worth the therapy takes hold, within there grows a recognition and desire; it is the me who needs to change, rearrange. I am estranged into timespace, a place to allow in and out the light, and the laughter; a place less to dwell on negativity. 15 poems constructed, connected and culled - poems that clear out the here and now to move any where I choose - from the freedom & slavery of innocent childhood all the way to the massaged pubic shave

© Christopher Sanderson 2020