BACHELORS AND MADNESS

BACHELORS AND MADNESS
　
　
I can’t gaze too long into the pool of inspiration
Or the immediate doctrines will swamp my inner essence from being
And I will degenerate into a satellite who moves lumber and states nothing.
But dare I peep so as to be reminded of the sweet lawlessness of expression?
Yes and no and all those other things.
　
Now I remember what those flickering hand gestures betray
The tinge of autism being itself the sanity and the directive.
The panic I felt during wet playtimes or on school’s first dreary day
It felt so very right being friendless then, the solitude was an agreeable sadness.
Losing my spirit was the cost of my interacting and then I forgot me
Until moments like this.
　
And now as a bachelor unable to be pared
One gets to take time to consider all those played out roles
And ask yourself is there a me or are there many?
And why should it be a revelation
That the earths noises go on regardless( from the crooning pigeons
To the angry lady whose dog wont behave) , of ,for example my current and altered status?
But it is to me in truth it is.
　
　
　
TIM SANSOM 9 TH AUGUST 2009