'Praise Certain Bad Poets' (Yeats)

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This is a bad idea. I just know it.




Oct 01, 2005: Letter to another, who could be me



I came home to write
without having known.
The Rah has declared decommissioning; statements
crawl into the emotional depths that is
God, good, evil, none
Love is above the balaclava and the gun
and gentlemen, please
no proper work done.
I have no take
on current
government.
Otherwise a bad day.
Cynicism congeals,
very vivid dribbles,
but just about me,
me thinking of the
garden
and the first fall;
the faces of the possible.
And understanding is pushing into my sleep sometimes,
over death.
Politicians tell lies.
Despite promises otherwise.
And the armed struggle is mean by nature.


(c) and all rights reserved, The Author (who is me)



But I had to do it anyway.