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