hiking up the rough terrain
in fairlight,
he was trying to attain
piety,
he was trying to dissociate
with the lies that he
had substituted for truth
the truth he never claimed
the truth he never claimed
he needed the rough terrain
like a poet needs pain
like a naturist dreads the coming rain
on a cold winters night
-at the beach in fairlight-
it's not fair, like.
why couldn't he just
come back
fixed
