I was bad, uncouth you might say.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
I wonder whether I might just say yes to odd.
Positively odd ruminations. Wyrd, story of O.
Charon’s Engine number 9.
A tiller the hun. I’m no mad.
Sitting here, at the back of the room,
Stoking the fire,
Or schizo jam dominos.
While you are worried about your careers,
Kennedys weren’t the only dead presidents.
The freedom double bind!