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
Friday, 4 May 2012
Pittance of troubles
Insecurity and insincerity stand side by side at the gatepost; the CD player's drawer will not open
Another nail in the mid life, late life, risible crisis coffin; it doesn't amount to much does it, the result of a technical fault combined with low blood sugar levels
Does anyone really believe; or are these just words, for just how long should the endurance be measured to satisfy the title of believer
Thus to be endowed, with the moniker of an altogether satisfactory chap, not at all to my dissatisfaction; no news yet from the car insurance, a dull wet mist to look out on
The beat from Jim Moray might beat me back to life, as equally well might reading Romantic Moderns
a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link