Forgetting what the hell I tried to say
to you last
night, whilst passion raged, is not
of a yellow-bellied sot –
a mechanism to allay
psychic breakdown of a cold new day.
three words encapsulate a lot
unites us, but also of what
minds, leaves hearts in disarray.
just talk of far more simple things:
shoes and ships and sealing wax,
move on to
climate science, income tax,
the prerogative of kings.
with a fiercely-fought debate
subjugation by the state.