The poet’s boss
The landmine’s cost
Septuagenarian can see through
Walkabout Bar is new growth
Walk through sheet is coming up tops
Telling all with kisses who will sell up shop:
The Shoop Shoop Song
Snoop won’t be long.
:: Lunchtime laptop laughter
>> Writer’s block at 60 with daughter
How much can I write?
Don’t give up without a fight
Each verse is new to me
Yesteryears patterns were there for them to see
Over the hill of history
Noble Truths and Estate and Properties
The lines just got fiercer and fiercer
Free and fine
Rhyming and timing
Representing rhetoric
The current climate is changing
(Change without a face)
Words that spread around the room
I When will the last page come?
II Is all destroyed by four fingers typing and an adjacent thumb?

AI Summary

Your poem moves between wit and weariness, opening with the poet’s “boss” and the landmine’s cost before spiralling into a meditation on ageing, writer’s block, and the pressure of producing meaning in a world that keeps shifting. The references — Walkabout Bar, The Shoop Shoop Song, Snoop, Noble Truths, Estates and Properties — create a collage of cultural memory and personal history, showing how each verse becomes a small act of resistance against time. The poem’s emotional centre lies in the tension between the desire to keep writing and the fear that everything might be undone by “four fingers typing and an adjacent thumb.” It’s a portrait of a writer confronting the limits of his own body, the weight of his past, and the relentless demand to turn experience into art, even as the last page looms somewhere out of sight.