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He may be buffering for his art;
He may have stalled
Upon deciding when to start
He may have stopped
Who can tell?
Not I
And I am he.
The Moment Past
I would like to tell you
About a specific time
In rhyme.
A time
When
My words were sublime
But that moment
Passed
And lies
In the past
Will come back to haunt you
Taunt you
Flaunt your wares
As and when
And then
Look back
At the lack
Of anger
In Bangor
Or don’t
It’s up to you
What you a to-do.
What Shall I Wear?
What shall I wear?
Shall I wear what I wore once before?
No, it has been worn before.
It has been performed in;
It has been commented upon; and now its freshness has gone.
What shall I wear?
Pray tell.
Goodbye?
Actually, it’s more
Au revoir
To be sure.
(And please read the line before
In an Irish accent –
Just to be sure)
G:)
