Unlike a boomerang –
or like Charlie Drake’s boomerang –
my poetry, once thrown away,
refuses to return.
Perhaps I’ll never learn
to keep my poetry close at hand.
I understand the basic rules of gravity,
levity, and poetical depravity,
but, nevertheless, I cannot comprehend
when people advise me that less is better,
in terms of my writing,
inviting my stinging reply, ‘Why? Why? Why?!’
Delilah?
Graeme Sandford 