OK, I get the point, I don’t
play dolorous games gladly,
don’t return compliments
But I won’t fake association
either, it would be anathema,
so undignified
So I live and breathe my poetic
passion dangerously – and
it hangs me out to dry
At the moment it’s where
I am – suspended in a frame
of dead-end insinuation
Aligned with today’s washing
in a breeze of repute blowing
yesterday’s unsavoury favours
© 1 March 2011, I. D. Carswell
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