[The words are there]
The words are there
Because I shovel them in
As I walk the streets,
Letting my mind hang free
And casting out prejudice
And social comment.
Unless
It is by someone else.
The words are there
But will not come out
Until
I sit between two happenings
And allocate an hour
To no-one but the muse,
Ancient harbinger of happiness.
The words are there
But have no need to reappear
Until
There’s work to do
Or obscure arguments to ease
Not being party to profit
Or self advancement.