a pome of stunning sophist(r)ication by this “damaged head”
i tried and tried but
could not find the peace of mind
i sought through you
without a few of the choicer cuts
caressing my brow
both furrowed and ploughed
by my inability to feel
the slightest twinge of gloom at
an utter lack of joy in this
the once deserted now converted paradice
whose poets laureate
do often wonder why is
insufficiently supported by
row upon row of
gilded postmodern columns
of most unromantic despair
(minos – march 2008)
originally posted up at pak tea house on 22.03.08
