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
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
No Place for Mistake
Fourteen per cent
Your share in the weekly event
Take care not to monopolize
The one-seventh of heaven sent
Tread ever so lightly
In pleasance personify
Speak warm words wisely
Lest misinterpretation be lied
You receive only partial access
Wanted, on short term demand
If this brings with it duress
Ask what sort of life it commands
What sort of sad person
Will in time evolve
What sort of mad person
Will this low interest devolve
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here