Normally Desperate

We small-moon freaks and

Too-many-times passed-over clowns

Can be savagely beautiful together,

Marching proudly down roads country

And those loud with lights,

To an unfamiliar beat:

While you struggle constantly to

Engage the electron-gypsy muse

Each day, normally desperate to

Be part of some never-ending story-dream;

Hiding from the obvious blinding fact

That nothing will need to remember this race

When we lose our way, lose our place.

13/5/2013