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You cannot touch me, I have friends in high places and the confidence to carry it off. I walk before you, wearing no armour, you cannot touch me. You cannot touch me, I have a shield of arrogance its surface reflects only self. My spear is made from ambition, so big no other could carry it, you cannot touch me. A weak spot? Hardly, I never look back, I cannot see your point. |
Derek Adams
was born in 1957 and lives in Southend, Essex, U.K.
Widely published, poems in Magma, Acumen, Smith's Knoll, Rialto.
His collection Postcards to Olympus was the winner of the 2004 Open Poetry Monthly Booklet Competition.
The latest book is Everyday Objects, Chance Remarks (Littoral Press 2005).
Read reviews at NHI Review.
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