Flooding in Finchley Central


What the **** would I write a book for?
my life is so much more
than words scribbled in ink

being me
you would think it comes naturally to scatch with persistence my time in existence.

I prefer,
if I'm gouging
a line
or two out of
thin air

to put it out there
in
real time
vocally

at least I would know then
that the words spoken are mine
and not some edit or editors
mischief.

To curse in a verse
ha,

the purists among you would think
that nothing is worse
and
in verse
all should be flowery
with
a rose or petunia

I'd sooner ya
didn't read me if
that's the way it
had to be.

If you need poetry
then you have to be fed
and like a horse to the water
sometimes we need to be shot
in the head before
we
can live.

So I give to be
forgiven,
she knows I've been shot and she's
the one keeps me living.

In here there's a beauty
that he
understands.