Sunday, 31 July 2016

Dear Diary of Martin X - 31/07/2016


A poem to hide behind 

Why would I want to do that? 
It's obvious at one level 
Being elliptical and abstract about lust for example 
It is perhaps better to find a more sophisticated way 
of expostulating the proposition: 
"I suppose a shag is out of the question?" 
When you're trying to win your anima's admiration. 
No?
Then there's simple code 
"Dear 'xxx' - 
I'm talking about you but I don't want anyone except you to know
I'll hide my truth 
behind  the gluey mask of a poem and when I rip it off 
my face will come away with it. 
The reasons to write a poem to hide behind 
are many and various then 
and often more than justified. 

What's the contrary position, 
a poem to be reflected in? 
The old, mirror up to nature ploy? 
Yeah, sure, but Mr Shakespeare's done that to toast 
and why make yourself look pale as a ghost in a cloud bank 
by comparison? 

We'll hide behind a poem 
at the bottom of the dell 
We'll send each other messages 
enigmatic kiss n tells 
We will be like snowdrops 
Growing in the forest 
Secret little beauties 
Glowing in the mist 
With lingering beads of dew
Bending at a wisp 
Hide behind a poem 
Set a heart alight 
Your body's on the tram 
Your soul is climbing trees

Aren't we being deluded 
Aren't we culpable 
Each to their own planet 

Let's be holy fools.






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