Staying away from those ‘impasses’ breaking the
iceberg unevenly; yes, I know it used to be bread
called the staff of life, & even baked it when I’d a
mind to be unequivocally fair; those days tho’ are
long past an idea too passé to bear witness to its
new regime; and there’s little comfort here if self-
interest proves the motivational generator for all
originality’s new claims to a rich quick scheme
Instead of playing the odds - it’s Melbourne Cup
day after all, one plods the straight & narrow - I
keep clear of a therein ‘fell-agenda’ assumption
by unequivocally cleaning yesterday’s dishes, &
do it with the half-truths of exactly whose dream
it was the unexpected, but inevitable, debris -
© 2 November 2015, I. D. Carswell
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