If there's an easier way then we’ve yet to get to
grips with it; well that’s what I say to th’ psyche
interrogating me; and what do you mean it’s an
encrypted bit of dog’s-breath reasoning, you’re
th’ one I see who’s into grandiose scheming, if,
as yet, we’ve even recognised it’s your swanky
trickery - & t’ get your name on the bottom line
if i’m reading it right - but don’t lose the plot -
We’re in it together and no matter what comes
to pass - we’ll wear the halo of thorns or roses
with dignity; our stuff’s poetry, not prosaic orts
left after th’ last thousand-year feast - come to
think of it tho - & could be damming an ease &
flow of words needed to break the monotony
© 29 January 2018, I. D. Carswell
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