Friday, August 25, 2023

Officially by Ian Lewis Copestick

I've just looked
in the mirror,
and I'm officially
an old man.

The balding head,
the whitening beard.
The insane eyebrows.

Oh no!
Not me, Lord.
Please, not me! 




Ian Lewis Copestick is a 49 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.
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