My diaspora wasn’t caused by me, not that you’d
agree it was simple ratification of areas bared and
cleft in their own artifice, the ones where meaning
of words took a taint of unsavoury sense, or lilt of
concupiscence in free-range, sleazy phraseology
The “ah - me” wasn’t an illicit intent to face court,
or arbitrate on spelling, but my moving away was
contemplatively long-deliberated; I’m needing th'
sanctuary of a clean and wholesome respite - as
far from wry repartee breaches, erudite skeptics,
the whole panoply of its wizened creed, & where
I can be me without artifice or pretence rendered
in vogue terminology too blasé for precedence; I
feel better already, sensing those vistas, cleaned
o’ outrageous duality returning nicely naive t’ me
So here I am, resplendently redressed in th’ way
I obeyed the ideology we’re Masters of our Own
Fate; or is it we’ve become the epitome of who’s
views define The News which is terms of whose
Gala, Jubilee, Pageant &/or Fete we’ll cogitate
© 20 September 2018, I. D. Carswell
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