A morning for organisation - of sorts
Updates to the weekly planner
Recognising those things which I do do
Acknowledging those things which clearly I don’t
Making the necessary promises to myself
I am supposed to be compiling a database
From the year dot to the year whenever
But as an integral part of the process
I foolishly determined to rewrite
All of the poems, yes, every last one
In a way that is how this book started; I was intensely
Frustrated by the years before two-thousand and five
My records where at best spasmodic, at worst absent
So, if I was going to be rewriting the old poems
Then why not simply start anew, with fresh words
Of course, as often happens, the plot thickens
So now I write of the events of 2004 but in 2018
Yet I also include words from reference sources
Which I have to tell you, I had not thought to access
Back in the day so to speak
But right here, right now, I can’t help myself
For as much as the vulva nostalgia works for me
I am also attracted by the world of psychology
The psychoanalysis of what goes on
In this fruitful little mind of mine
