And the BMA sent a writ my wayWith the very first leper I cured. ADRIAN MITCHELL BhaCuredFirstLeperWayWrit
Poetry is an extra hand. It can caress or tickle. It can clench and fight. ADRIAN MITCHELL ClenchExtraFightingHand
I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It’s my way of talking to the world. ADRIAN MITCHELL TalkingTotalWay
Blake sang his Songs of Innocence and Experience to parties of friends. ADRIAN MITCHELL BlakeFriendInnocensePartiesSang
Lovers lie around in itBroken glass is found in itGrassI like that stuff. ADRIAN MITCHELL AroundBrokenGlassesStuff
I use the language I use to my friends. They wouldn’t believe me if I used some high-flown literary language. I want them to believe me. ADRIAN MITCHELL BootFriendHigh-flownLanguageSomeUse
