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
