Life Lessons
Don’t kick a gift horse
in the mouth when it’s canter
is the sound of greatness
to come.
You probably shouldn’t
break your arm in a door
to get a bit of time off so try
- please try - not to do it.
I don’t recommend trying
to displace me; my job here
is not done and I am more (am I more?)
than a master of none;
I brine in pickle juice
to keep myself young and the blood
of virginity is the course I drip-feed
you month after month.
Under no circumstances should I or you
disagree; our hips must melt
esoteric waves of motion (or hands
in gloves) or the universe, spinning.












