Don´t sell
Aren´t read
That´s what he said
more or less

We”re moving
In different worlds
Words unfurl
And sail us home

Or they”re shouted down
and burn, then sink

”Always on the brink”
I say, to make you edgy
To make you think

Bus boy, chairman,
Waitress or poet
Not patronised
or subscribed by
scales of realistic hope
Say it cos you feel it
I say
‘but say it only
if you could
possibly know it