24 December 2010

Sleep On It


Whereas you see on
beyond reasons
compromised it remains
ecliptic to my past

My confrères are far less
consistent, I’m the last bloke
left ‘giving a shit’ or making
it an intellectual exercise

Like an insight of soup bones
and braised turnips; kind of
peasant fare that satisfies
without taxing belief

I think you should sleep on it –
the rest will be comforting if
not relief. G'nite...
God bless!
© 21 June 2010, I. D. Carswell