I don’t know where to turn.
I have been on the Left, flirted with the Right,
been disdainful about the Middle and doubtful
about the Don’t Knows.
Now, the Left has moved too far to the Right,
the Right is trying to be as Left as the Left,
the Middle has become a dumping ground for
the Left who are too far Right and the Right
who are too far Left, and I have moved my
disdain to the Don’t Knows, which is where I
now find myself.
The real problem is there is nobody left to say ‘don’t go’
At Samhain the barriers are weak
so what will guide us
when we slip from summer to winter
from waking to sleeping
from light to dark
from life to death
A Proper Charlie
He did heroin,
and bloody lucky he was that heroin didn’t do for him.
Now two years later he’s clean.
Clean as the tune he whistles as he cleans out the hamster’s cage.
Does it have a name I once asked.
Charlie he said,
daring me to say, so you are still chasing Charlie.
But I didn’t.