The home must absorb the pressures of the world outside & the shocks & knots of childhood That twist us into weird balls A world of power’s violence & masks & the machine that produces the self We must endure without complaint To slave our lives to wage, so
The home
must absorb the pressures of the world outside
& the
shocks & knots of childhood
That twist
us into weird balls
A world
of power’s violence & masks
& the
machine that produces the self
We must
endure without complaint
To slave
our lives to wage, so:
Not too much smack about your ex
That’s for
your diary
Not for your
poetry
It takes two
to tango
Whether consciously
or not
We stick
around
Coz loneliness
is the alternative
In such a
lonely country we live
& it
only gets worse
The older
you get
A country
with scant community
People build
high walls around their homes
The men don’t
talk
The women
point the finger
& apparently vice versa
Some say introversion/extroversion
The beta partner & the alpha
I leave my
home messy
In the hope
of the company
Of a mouse
A mouse like my late greyhound Rhonda Bear
A mouse
would be grouse
Unfortunately,
more likely here
Would be a
rat
A rat the
size of a cat, ha!
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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