J H Martin is from London, England but has no fixed abode. His writing has appeared in a number of places in Asia, Europe and the Americas.
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Empty Rebus
I need to get my self
Back in line
Before it all gets out of hand
The reminiscing – the highs
The whatever – the when
These two flows
From one source
Which I am too foolish
To even recognise
This fire escape door
Which I can keep on pulling
But I am too blind to push
Tangled up
By convoluted nuance
And constricted by
This recurring imagery
I always
Overcomplicate the meaning
Only then to simplify
Just as front follows back
And short measures long
I am nothing more
Than this dull mid-June day
And this battered notebook
Of course – just by saying that
Makes these dumb words
Turn back in on themselves
To May and then April and then on
Back to the point
Come on fool – shut up
I am sick of the drifting
From that point to this and then back to there
All I want is to stop
All these dreams of yesterday’s world
So come on fool – shut up
Sit down and be still
Just let it all
Solve its own undisturbed mystery