Remind Me Again I’m Here

The bored pseudo-whores,
the intra-cranially
eclectic forae fledglings
court self-delusion
again and again –
selling themselves as
distressed offerings
to y’all, the soap on
a rope a dope invitations
saying tacitly, please
return the favour friends,
poets, and dumbass
journeymen, lend
me your tears.

I’m not doing this for
your entertainment,
or sanity, or
to find a cure
for insomnia, nor
is anything for free.

Try and believe
in greater complexity
than any one god could
possibly be responsible for
and, please, please,
remind me, again,
I’m here...
© 26 February 2008, I. D. Carswell