Living the whatever unwritten way
I can beat death to the punch if
and whenI choose to
or carry on plodding
wearing out the earths skin
until she imprisons me forever in the total darkness
of a subterraneous clay cell
Sometimes I think apologetically
that I have abused her supportive time
acting like the King of ingratitude
pretending to feel as though
I've always really known myself
the real me that I wake up as
to mock at every given chance
During the clocks subtractions
I peck in a bedraggled Raven way
along the questionable byways of continuance
pinpointing nothing but meagre importances
and brain stains that have leaked without warning
while sadly laughing that I am nothing more
than the ugliness of stupidity in flesh
this realisation however brings me no embarrassment
even in the company of those
who do not suffer fools lightly
and even if it costs me a place
on heavens acceptance list
in the meantime
if death should come looking for me
I'll be cowering in a dream found room
of times abstinence
yearning yearning to be adopted
by immortality
TOM MERTON
Wed 18th Dec 2024 14:49
Many many thanks guys