That’s thinned it down to jealousy
For one to someone’s daughters husband
For another an old colleague or school governor
Perhaps some artistic friends at theatre
There might even have been someone’s brothers
Though not my neighbour, the father of our dreams
Your words never led me, said to me to think him so
Then really it’s about possession
This crazy daft obsession
Don’t ever learn the lesson
The crescent moon turns sharp too soon
As we cut the cloth with silence
Men of words condemned by hesitance
Blown away and up in smoke by reticence
It’s a madness bordering delirium
Scrawling this elemental prescription cerium
For you to read it’s more than tedium
Extremis no grounds for seeking medium
Crazed and senseless past remedium
One more cigarette growing no delphinium
A glass of milk and back along the continuum
