no solo, oh no, oh it’s me
(into the outer reaches)
sausages
and mouth watering Irish potato breakfasts
delay
my gratification
it’s all about
moving through the transient steamed pudding verities of time
somewhere over the underland
at least
until one of those ridiculous American multiple life sentences
(I have written many of them in more egregious moments)
finally
collapses into
a mystery
composition
no audiophile would decry
of course it could be a first
symphony
replete with horns, Brahms honouring Cambridge whose honorary doctorate he declined
but it turned me on and on and on and then
expanded
me from there