I am feeling very tired tonight. But I have committed to 30 poems in 30 days. So, despite my righteous fatigue, which would normally give me carte blanche to crash, I have had to find another notebook and tidy up a fragment to present.
It didn’t kill me, it hasn’t taken very long, and I can now crash feeling even MORE righteous!
This exercise is teaching me many things, especially how piss-weak are most of my excuses for not writing.
My life has been refilled, with a sense of understanding
Hitherto lost in the morass
Of carnal pursuits.
In toilets, cars, beds, and the cesspool
of my own mind.
A gentle, yet firm, conviction
in heart and head
of his essential decency and beauty.
No longer riding on a wave of lustful panic,
I find myself calmly floating
Still looking into the depths
But not plunging.
And feel that when I do;
When the time is right;
Instead of slamming straight into the jaws
of a voracious Great White,
I may be lifted to safety
by a dolphin.