[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.


It is by someone else.

The words are there

But will not come out


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


There’s work to do

Or obscure arguments to ease

Not being party to profit

Or self advancement.