Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Stasi
Your life as an addict - turned into the oncoming traffic
Your life with the didactic - turned into the oncoming traffic
Of addiction & art & poetry & death
Of subterfuge and sub-titles
Somewhere, somewhat more discrete
Of dictators & despots & sex & death
Of refuge and the triumph
Of reckless love over impending duty
Of imitators & writers & actors & death
Of subterfuge and sub-titles
Somewhere, sublime yet incomplete
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here