Every poem for itself!

It is a daily dilemma, do I play the poet
flippant, or do I read to my heart’s content?
The old line ‘pay the piper’ springs to mind,
‘though a tune is non-existent and there’s no
evidence of a clear and current debt.

I can’t regret the time invested in this mad
pursuit, this target oriented abstruse dash
for a cashless cow. Before, the advent of writing
for the love of it had a seamy side which added
gainful stress and sometimes sexual benefit.

To avoid the mess of taxing confrontations
with an alter ego going West while I am
plodding South or East, I’ve chosen to redress
my journey North of here – a simple choice
that represents the best of here and now.

Tomorrow, where? I don’t take the mind to care,
I know the next verse has already taken root in
the seedbed where plantings are profuse,
where there is an anarchy that rules, instils a
madness calling, ‘every poem for itself!’
© I.D. Carswell