The interview

1994

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...