NEGATIVE CAPABILITY

 

 

If it’s good enough for Keat’s then

Its good enough for me, Cockney

poet with negative capability.

Stroke, Aphantasia is a hurdle 

And a half paralyzed aphasia

A poet without a voice.

 

I am stating facts of cold grey matter.

I’m-poet-tent in a wheelchair under

Their tree with vibes of the Buddha.

These men are incomparable to any-

One else. Old age sickness and death.

Suffering is the truth, way of the world.

 

Harmony is a blasphemy, reach-out

For a touchable dream.