Trying to persuade ourselves
– Because I am surely not the only one –
After hot but temporary firework climax
That all is really well and bright;
That what isn’t necessarily right
Isn’t always bound to be wrong.
When deep-heart down, even in
Those few moments when,
As the cowboy sang,
Falling seems like flying,
We know that the most
Glamorous of sins will
Not wholly satisfy hunger that is
Soul-deep and purple-weighted.
But again, as before,
We shuffle our plastic alibis
In the guilty night air and
Scarlet tone dawn, whisper
The tomorrow-commitment lies.
30/4/2013
