The excuse of being a Karen Carpenter fan right
from th’ start back whenever, doesn’t give me an
out for failing t’ understand Her Grace; she is the
grey mare outside th’ fence surrounds who other
wise rules the place; we’d formed a strong feel f’
those things that mattered to us early - apples &
bananas feature in her preferences, & I agreed -
if the grass isn’t up to speed they’re good tucker
But being a Karen fan wasn’t in her ordinance; it
meant ignoring her to listen to the lady rated lest
of th’ significance in having a heart; so - stymied,
& by a set of contra beliefs, I asked whether she
knew Karen played the drums too; she’s giving it
some thought - altho’ I don’t expect confirmation
So I said ‘Close To You’ came the top of my tree
for all the right reasons; - there’s a silence which
seems to ominously justify who that means …
© 3 January 2016, I. D. Carswell
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