the vine (1)April 20, 2008 at 12:04 pm | Posted in antihaiku, poetry, prosepoemthingy, writing | 13 Comments
Tags: poetry, the vine, writing
Well calm and composed is all very well
eventually will fill with water, what is that dripdrop on my pinebox?
The pursuit of stasis is pointed like a stake, it is only in death that we can escape change and if i must settle i shall do so without shame,
there is a sense of requirement, a secret duty to which i am bound but which i do not know, it chokes me in the company of others, i wish i had the power to have no effect on the world, i console myself with platitudes i have created, that i am just me and in the end can only operate within the bounds of your consent.
it is an avoidance of responsibility, holding to the hunger of the child, it is my polymorpheus perversity, the vine,
by next Sunday, this will have become a poem again, it will have dried and crystallised,