Parcel lost in post!

Here’s the theory – it’s as beautifullysimple, and as subtle in its implications,as any mathematician would enjoy:In the succession of our lives,leading by so many, many rebirthsto our perfection, each lifeis shaped by our actionsin the previous lifeand, deep, deep in our soul –which wants only the best for us,while we live through what’s laid…

for the mind: oh look Dad,there’s a scarecrow in that fieldthat looks just like a man, does itreally scare crows?Oh look Dad, there’s a beggar in the streetwho looks just like a scarecrow,I wonder if the same crowssee him too?But metaphor – ah, that’s something else:explanations don’t quite explain it:you see something; it brings to…

Your fault? Or that of others?Does it matter which, any more?Tears maybe? Time, then,for a laugh…try this:thank your lucky stars –or whatever or whoeveryou might thank, in the unlikelychance you feel like thanking –for the freewill that allowed youto create this lifelong mess..You’re joking? What a laughable idea!That’s totally absurd and inappropriate..ineffective, too…go on –…

Why is it so important to you?‘I was there.’How can you describe it?‘I was there.’What did you know of it?‘I was there.’And what did it teach you?‘Of itself, nothing;only that I was there.’And what will that bring to you?‘Now, all may be known.’Then what can your poem share with others?‘Be there too.’What can you say…

generous with their invitations;we, happy to partake of their lavish lifestyle,their buffet food, their wine, their décor…for which, we paid in a grubby coinage:from cocktails to liqueurs,the captive audience for their literate, spotlight centered abuseof one another.. the complicity of it allmade my fresh underwear feel dirty..outside, after, in the street,the rain came down;how sweet…

me, mc squared;does it follow,sexual activityrelates to relativity?my energy,your mass;can we equatesuch love,my lass?