The Interview

1997

For toilet toil,
I pass a bridge of sighs,
in un-penitent perusal;
then skank a visit...
Unhinged...
And denigrant of pasture.
Fortune favoured;
Balance touched;
And poise: a moment
of bliss...
In karmic summer,...
binge, a tangent
to abstain...
I swim a candy,
Taste,
A caddy pocheen,
And risk;
All sorts of potions.

                              The rain-dripped memoirs
                              of a wrong bus-stop,
                              And dirty shoes the torpor,
                              of a part-conscious slip.
 
  In case of fire
  break
  the energy pills of
  glucose..

... Trip, up shit-straked fields
    Of ball-games.

Signing on for rock on dole,
the pull through:

Almost good.
Enough.

                                              jimtom say...