The poet fears mental institutions
will risk getting soaking wet to escape
familiar problems he leaves absolutely open
future scholars delight
Fellow poets are winnowed into nothing
refusal is fun – we’re all
starting to realise
how laughter will let us now go
Children in the coffeebar – take it
over & over again
they learn slowly but inexorably
their language just unpredictable & cruel
Dreams deny desire
solved in the land of the imaginary
sibilance strutting suddenly in peacock colours
be delicious, OK, then much more real