Ambivalence
wounds by being an inchoate feeling
yet needs scream celebrate rowdily;
that ubiquitous retreat to reason
is camouflage of narrowed eyes – you
knew it too, ambiguity
doesn’t mean defeat
So spontaneity blazes
in flames fuelled by raised and excited voices
the chaos of emotions getaway –
all too easily packed and weighed
by the last supposedly sane
voice braying delightful
pathways to somewhere
Get off your goddamn
pedestal she says disapprovingly,
join the band or miss another chance
to get energised – as if it were
only another transitory arrangement,
one more haphazard incident
in an urchin’s flight
© 8 March 2010, I. D. Carswell
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