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, 5 March 2013
Faith, Hope & Love
It isn't about hope, it quite probably isn't about love
Faith too, that’s hardly worth a mention
It is about my physiology, about my psychology
Time I took time to gain more understanding
I hoped you might call, but you didn't
I was expectant, and then excited, but ultimately
I was extremely disappointed
All of that happened while nothing physiological
Outside of my body, ever turned a trick
I wish the physiology was more in tune with my youth
I wish the psychology
Had the maturity of a single, or a thousand lovers
I wish I had been more easily and way better understood
I made the call, talked for a timeless time
Without encouragement nor needless intervention
I wrapped myself in a cocoon, of impenetrable gossamer
All of that happened while nothing psychological
Outside of my mind, ever turned a trick
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