a wuthering whispering wind
The other side of the bay we find
tramps' halls of resistance flashing by
where memory cascades into
availanches on request, tramp to tramp,
intelligence tests, read last week's news,
reading between the lines of this misty day;
most modern mobile minds are really quite unaware of significance
just click into life at 7am - with WiFi with work
providing ample assistance for the not technically
astute male dilettante discontents who work here;
outside the tramps flip-flop from exhaustion to elation
in two easy stages: walk, sleep. Avoiding canals
as unlucky places where us tramps
only gather to wolf food, booze willfully
and argue about the imbecile
typology and ideology of the 'settled community'.'
John Marks
Wed 7th Aug 2019 22:05
Thanks Rose - very, and sincerely, glad you think so. David it's a very long time since I took a fence - back in my hurdling, nay, whinnying days! Seriously: a) you said nothing offensive b) even if you had, good on yer, nobody has the 'right' not to be offended. If I find something offensive (I rarely do) I generally turn the page, turn off, stop listening, tell 'em to fuck off (either in my head or, occasionally, out loud). Then forget about it.
J