Put out, in town

An leabharlann is dunta
Dunta on a monday
New hours, they say
Cut backs, hours reduced
All over the Chontae

Not to be
Put out in town
I’ll go not
On a monday
Since

Off reading
Having green tea in lieu
Composing a protest poem
Inside, next door,
put out, in town.

Disorganized Thinking

Summer evening light,

In bed early for a fresh start, to deal with:

Lack of version control.

Too scattered to have the killer instinct,

Or the ruthlessness to put down others,

A protracted process, evolving to a style,

thought through, iteration by iteration,

until it is right,

polished from disorganized thinking.

A weakness I hide, only the malicious exploit;

Advocacy for an artist’s defense,

From the depredations of the less benign.

Vulnerable, slow to whinge,

If all is not right.

Persistently evasive to deny hardship.

Planning is a much more central part for survival,

for those pushed to the pin of their collar,

to revoke white collar abuse.

Generosity reciting reviewed information live,

To scientifically document life’s home truth

until they are lucidly communicated

is the service provided,

polished from disorganized thinking.

Howard FOX

Summer 2019