Then it was a time Of moving on As fast as Now Seems to be When Lives are filled With what we all want From a world littered With things to Have
I'd hoped for tacit Reassurance Not to be found out Lacking the necessary Context of words Considering the more I borrow from myself An Emperor with no clothes
I fear it won't be Now This time around Yet another self portrait With no raison d'être Yet another diatribe Penned with thin ink Bleeding into the screen Nothing but pixels
We write don't we To move the Future on Doubt though now As the battery fades Frustration With the lack of flow With such meagre Vowel movements
I would have to say if asked this poem owes so much to my loyalty to the Poems & Ideas of the American poet, John Ashbery. His Art and use of words has beguiled me for many years - and though I aspire, I continue to fail.