A patronising patriarch repatriates his refugee pariah seed
His tear duct tide shows pure emotion, but offers neap at best
His gravity of consciousness allows no more, no less
Unconscious torrents ebb and flow in whole king tide proportions
He's glad his seed won't learn the truth
The plan for his abortion
A half hug on the birth of Christ
A card upon his own
His little seed feels like a weed
Completely all alone
Nice stuff here Trevor - out of interest, have any of the concepts, ideas discussed in MR contributed or influenced your poetry(even in a minor way)?
ReplyDeleteMaybe one day, but not as yet as I haven't written in a while. Glad to hear you like the poem. Maybe the future will bring a surging tide of MR based influence.
ReplyDeleteTime will tell.