Poem: Beached

The only way to win an argument is to not have one, to not take part, to be

elsewhere. Once you listen or allow your reply to be heard,  you’re in the wrong

place, you’re inside the bottle on the paper ship, no strings or clips and no way

out. No lifejacket, no rope, no points to score and no hope of an escape. Your fate is to

go down with that paper ship. …