THE FRINGE

The fringe is getting thinner

the light is fading through

to a tulmestuous insult

a moist slap of grimely

woe-begotten.

 

An agent of fraudulent endeavour

a message in poetry

sent to the world

for form and sake of it.

On growth and form are the fascinating

use of dimensions to subject the real

to the wronged and the rowed

for it is about the use of it (time that is)

 

that we all seek to usefully endure

through feats

of comjunct

life forming and fearing

and tear forming too

 

(this is the end of it here

but you are too right Ronny

to think it is about laughter and not pain

so be it true to say that the

end of it is a croaking laugh, not a gasping

signing of death.)

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017