Which things excited you the most
when you were young, can you recall
the pleasures they would bring? Indulge
yourself, dispose your mind of daily
care and take the plunge – but beware,
there’s hidden dangers here.
Have you ever sucked your thumb?
And if you did would you admit you did?
Did you ever lick your plate, masturbate,
cogitate an evil fate for siblings who
offended you. You know you do, or that
you did, although you’re no recidivist.
Were you ever lost in song, sang along
in perfect harmony in what you thought
was sweet accord, to find indulgent faces
soon disgraced, distorted as in pain,
derisive claims you sing off-key?
Ever take a book to heart and read it
end to end, delighting in the hero’s part,
falling for the heroine? Were you lost for
days and days in roles they played, amazed
real life declines romantic endings?
Did you chose to be approved so that you
could chase your dreams? Do you wake
alone at night wondering where the story
ends and life begins? Are you real or just a
dream – or is this what your fiction seems?
© 2006, I.D. Carswell