Fool!

Suspicion and humour sit

Their morning throne;

This is their time: caprice,

Distraction, prankster-rule.

Charming my way

Into the danger vale

Of simple black and white

I chance upon a

Thrown-down glove.

I know the trick, of old,

But even so I am

Inclined to accept …

“Should-I … Shouldn’t I?”

Is never really a question.

I’m drawn in, gulled.

First day,

First poem ?

O.K?

Evolution?

Great wanna-be silverback ape

tells me my ancestors must

Have been crocodile gods:

I pay no attention to

His chinless chatter-noises,

I will not argue with a fool.