i’Ve goT
nO greAT LovE oF mY LifE ,
yeT iT conTinUEs
stUmbLinG crUMbLinG foRwaRd –
thE biG iSSueS ;
reBirTh , maRRiaGe , deaTh
weaVinG woVeN throuGH
thE whOLe LurCHinG meSS ,
piTchEd froM onE daY oF miNoR deFeaTs
inTo thE neXt oF mAjoR diSaSterS .
broWN oNeS iN thE pockeT
anD reD oneS oN thE maT …
wiTHiN thiS woRDinG uP-daTe
a ThreaD wouLd bE perCeiVed
bY thoSe wiTH eyeS tO sEE ;
a parTiCuLaR straiN oF sAniTy anD madneSS
anD aLL arouND thE othER upriGHtS
gO abouT thEiR daiLieS ,
whiLe I daLLy anD taRRy anD caRRy
a caN anD a wiLL anD a couLD anD a mayBe .
broWN oNeS iN thE pockeT
anD reD oneS oN thE maT …
thaT cloCK tiCkS oN anD oN anD oN ,
coUNtinG doWn toWaRDs miNe owN priVaTe LifT-oFF .
iT mayBe thaT therE wiLL bE n0-oNe
tO witneSS …
anD mY husK wiLL decaY peacEfuLLy heRe
iN ninetEEn S.E.4
