A Poet Caught Up In Current Affairs


Not a catch in anyone's book, ditch the thing
there's work to do. Fey depths- keep your mystery.

This jellyfish weighed in a savage net
alien, too subtle, senses shredded
raised out of context, dripping oil on water 
this bare veil of life, by bubbles and stream,
now draining away.

An unnerving thing to see; not like stars
that no longer exist, or horizons
that can never be reached. Not like a face
lecting and warped a thousand ways
on the unstill ocean surface.

Get a grip on smoothed rope and chain
by dutiful ways these seas are crossed 
our tousled wake as before a taut sheet.

◄ Answers On A Blank Cheque

...as long as the birds come to the feeder ►


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