13 October 2012

Digressing



This lassitude is disabused by bold
complicity – oh, for sure there is an
element of indolence, and gruesome
as that is the reticence intrigues and
yet forbids you interfere; keep your
distance blares a warning clear and
so you do – nothing breaks a truce
no-one’s declared to be beholden to


And there it lies a-festering, a coyly
repossessing ploy you can’t avoid for
real in time that’s shred by nuance
bled of substance blessed the least
in apathy defaulting to a tune you
see digress again then fall asleep
© 12 September 2012, I. D. Carswell