There ought to be a prize for it -
the sheer uncanny knack of it!
No, not the first of worst in show
but in a sumptuously, elegantly,
effervescently and effortlessly,
made-to-make-a-mess-of-things
most comprehensive way,
I think I’d conquer all.
Every major choice I’ve made,
from seventeen to present day,
has proved, quite diametrically,
the furthest from advised.
The whos, the wheres, the whats
have, with a ruthless unexception
and respect for their convention,
scraped the trough of the mundane.
A relocation to an uninspiring place.
A million words unread.
A million better ones unsaid.
The scores of bloated bodies
left deflated on the way.
Don’t let the jauntiness mislead;
that’s just a means of packaging.
Failure is relentless. One boggy step
that leads on to another, each soft sink
the stripping of a layer.
Copyright. David Dumouriez.
David Dumouriez is a chap without a chapbook. A poet without a pedigree. His Collected Works are freely available to burglars and hackers.
