- madness -
at least I learned to own it,
the empty spaces where feeling
doesn't happen, just a voidish haze-
bereaved gap haunting word and meaning,
yes, dear, at dinner it seems I am bewildered.
certainly, you are sane, limping thru ownership.
i notice how you would frame fragility
using lies, denial, or forgetting how
that look bothers you, blushing face
innocent cheek, clustering chin;
as you assume your importance,
escaping with that stoic upper lip,
until, sitting on a dark cushion of
purple rage, the cheeky child spills
a coke unknowing and you, combusting
with spluttering rage, school-boy punch her,
chair-shuffling hush falls on the steak, carrots accusing
you uphold the sunday times - emotionally pleasing,
sanctuary of sanity, bastion of the tall, with upright
reliable chaps: government, state and law...
and there it's written in british ink-
how to behave and think...
and our boys taught
terrorists a lesson,
they will never
From The Journal 14 (Autumn 2005)