Wednesday, 5 November 2014

The Born Contingent

I caught this idea recently
Contagious raging germ
It spread itself around my head
As looking back I now confirm

Lacking any obvious relevance
Nonetheless I wrote it down
Not amusing or amazing
Nor enough to rut my frown

A feel for lines dependable
Ideas persistent won’t give in
Recognising futures possible
State of hopeful starving thin

Keep a notepad by your bedhead
Should your comfort be invaded
By the chancy seed producing
Perfect storms your brain persuaded

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