15 Jun 2018

Marginalia



 
Wilful disobedience has not
Paid off well
And yet this uncontrollable urge
To grab the wheel and
Peel off of the smooth tarmac
Across and down into the margins
Endures

Dress it up as you like
Recalcitrance
The maniacal nature
Of the principled man
But the truth comes up
You gag on it
And they see it
Clear as spit on your chin

But now
Still
I grind away at it
As it in turn grinds me down
The uphill walk to normality
To concession and compromise
Every day
Tomorrow
Yesterday
Today
Is a string of pearls
Waiting to be snapped.