A LONG LONG DAY (no hate)
self? do I really want to go there, memory?
I’m glad I don’t remember all I know
It was a riot, poems tell my tale.
They kicked me with the right foot
And the left beat me prod and taig
But I’m still sitting on the fence,
I am getting up again and again.
I won't let you beat me down, Iknow
You are right and wrong, like me.
Ireland/England can never be won-
One. Stop fighting, put down your guns
Tradition gets us nowhere.
You won't beat Peace out of me.
I’m locked in the vacuum of will
Not kill. Memory is a black
And white photo shuttered Etna-
Drive, a mountainous moment
A levelled layer of street life, no
Hologram state- is that due to
A lack of memory or Aphantasia?
The left and write of centre.
Darkness within darkness, you
Can beat me all you want to but
My metabolism is strong, stroke
And sepsis won't bring me down.
Peace is in my heart, stuck shell-
Shock, Its coming apart at the seams.
I’m still sitting on the fence.
In the morning I’m up, up, up. up.
By evening I'm down, down, down.
Poetry is the middle ground..
