Seething since 2000*
I am an enigma to myself.
noble wings I grow when I take meh self out of meh self but I find that too hot to handle for too long so I take meh self into meh self again & find there caverns of cold eclipsed fears & in there too some romans catholics probably standing around a grave come not near meh I cry I have elapsed! (like I'm an offer too good to countenance or a nag whose racing days are done - & so I take meh self out of meh self again & there you are floating in the stillborn air master & I - guide & follower rolled into one chaff bag fit to burst with oats & dried fruits master I ask you to consider now that I take meh self into the bodies of meh mates & they into meh self too consider now meh limbs aka mates three of them carring a coffin towards a hole in the sky oh fred jim & ted struggle with meh profane weight while eva looks on it's like a painting you might see reproduced in some magazine sent over from London or your States the tragedy of it! at meh own funeral, completely self-aware, dead & only just twenty four barely married too barely alive more of a scapegrace than ted oh his light- hearted lope I would pay gold to have it for meh walking rhythm now the moon looks down on the meh self I knew & the meh that cannot be meh self.