Eyes to the left,
nose to the right.
Start a poem with a fact –
Gibbons are funkmasters.
and this is why they love ice-skating so much.
Throw in the odd poetic-sounding
non sequitur –
Has purpose arrived in your life yet,
or the unexpected extinction of
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?
Is this why we write?
Somebody answered, ‘I don’t know,’
but I don’t know.
Dissatisfaction is the cornerstone
of the human psyche.
That, and all of the constant
Have you ever considered lying down on your bed
and never getting up again?
The best thing to do with all of your opinions
is to scrumple them up.
Set fire to them. Dance.
Sunlight can fall
on the glummest of people,
even those obsessed with books
telling them how their lives should be lived.