3 November 2015



there is no gelt

in this writing lark

no final reward

just a hunger

an insatiable need

to press the keys

and play the notes

that fill the page

typing done

I am alone

I work best alone

but I sleep best

with company

and it’s meant

to be that way

no virtual life for me

I love flesh and blood

for I was born

of flesh and blood

to go the way

that all flesh does

not prematurely

but after a long while

when I’ve perfected

my papers

and catalogued

my women

in alphabetical order

or numerical significance

according to rank

and ability


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