Always turning always spinning ,dizzy-making,
jump on,wide-eyed innocent, if you dare,
Devil may care, but that’s about all,
the thrill is the fall, my friend.
See it in their eyes another step nearer the glistering prize
It’s a bare knuckled Haiku
Three steps to heaven, perhaps immortality.
And what of the hopes of the ringside seat,
the outside looking in, the better view,
of the ego splattered canvas
showered in coins and plaudits and rubbed shoulders.
Have you heard me in the dim lit booths?
Welcome to our enlightened world,
there’s the bell, my friends ,dig the hole.
Get on, or get off the stage,
Don’t spoil our chance.
we are ‘ the poets ’ -we cannot wait