you may kiss the blarney stone if it makes you feel at home or
you can kiss your arse goodbye, ha, you laugh, but some try and I have lots of time for those types.
Those B52’s are still dropping confusion
exploding the conscious
no one talks of corruption!
I struggle along wondering if it went wrong, where?
The light shines through and I do know that you can see me,
some thing or some one preserves me
and that is what connects me.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.