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Tentatively, tenderly, with some mild aprehension....
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I think I might be...
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... so weird...
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...kinda unnatural even...
but maybe I'm...
..um, content?
I've just started doing work again, and I'm actually good at it. I don't hate poetry, or the study of poetry. It's wonderful. And it makes me feel clever and intimate with these complex, multi-layered and diverse things that sleep inside books. I mean, Keats, man, what a ride.
And the man who told me off has apologised
And I think I might actually finish this work
And I think I know why I've been feeling so at odds with the world. Or at least a big part of it.
I feel all good. It's like that time I took an E only it hasn't cost me £3.50. |
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