He's on a creative kick
Look out!
There's no stopping him
In the flow
On the bus
Down the town
Round and round
This is it
The real shit
The rebel's holler
The perfect fit
He's been inspired
It's plain to see
Clear as day
Green as pea
He's riding high
Not selling drugs
But better stuff
Thought for thugs!
Cause he's a common man
After all
He's been through plenty
As dreamers do
He's everyman
And no one knows
Just what comes next
So why suppose
It's ecstasy to walk the line
To remain unspoilt
And undefined
To walk the edge
So fine, so sharp
To explore the mind
And follow the heart
One chance in a million
Is just enough
And all he needs
To forget that stuff
That came before
And blew away
His hope, his home
His favourite scarf
To be wrapped again
As life presents
A pretty parcel
In the present tense
Natural delight and cosmic wonder
Reignite the passion
Rip despair asunder
He read today
Of a scientific discovery
About two stars kissing
Wait, don't wait
Could it really be?
Is the universe
Even greater
Than imagination that can make our
Worlds quake?
Are
We more than the sum
Of our hearts, lovemakers?
All the best poems
Like the start of the greatest love affairs
End in a question
Asked twice
Don't they?
Don't they?