Already June – with that vertiginous
crap clinging like damp mould to
blankets huddled in; already half the
way from where you’ve been
Half the way between doleful extremes
of euphoria & apathy – though consoled
at unhinged intervals when dementia
soulfully plays precious trumpet solos
Always eager for good news from the
wings a-flush with magnanimity but
chary of sad bearers expected as less
wary harbingers of more of the same
Already June and well on the way to
where tomorrow precariously leans
shy of that grand structural design
you’d once aspired to be
© 2 June 2011, I. D. Carswell
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