Notions of Independent Thinking

 

 

     It is such a romantic thought,

a thought that, those footprints in the sand,

     footprints of one person,

          are the footprints of a God carrying you -

   through the hard times you cannot see an end to,

        such a beautiful romantic thought.

 

2.

 

     My feet, bare the scars of 21 blue wire stitches,

and eight for cotton – corrective surgery for bones broken

in infancy, rectified in my forties and,

     I would show off the stitches at primary school,

while other pupils brought in rock from their summer

     away day.

 

     A woman has been hurt and it is my fault,

‘he says,’

     But the woman whom his daughter,

is his excuse as it is fine sport kicking fuck

     out of me,

 

               ‘as a man with child in my eyes, I go out of my way to hurt the fairer of our species.’

 

     A beach can be a desolate place,

so too a city where children are at the end

of wire hangers and leather belts but,

     ‘she’ is your new excuse.

 

3.

 

     Be careful as ye go,

there are thought police here that even

Orwell would scream at,

     as everything snide is hidden in plain sight,

except of course,

     the scars on feet deliberately rammed

into shoes too small but then,

     ‘how else to invoke a Christ complex?’

 

     It is alright to kick fuck out of me!

It is alright to kick fuck out of me as you hang

onto excuses of events of PTSD a millennia ago,

     it is altogether fun and with more

comedy than the wit I try to keep to get me by

     but, you don’t like the competition and so,

it is alright to kick fuck out of me.

 

               YOUR HURT, MATTERS.

 

 

Michael………...all my life – a punchbag.