Editorial

[Editorial]

For Marilyn Klerx-Hardie

Said my editor to my splurger, that’s over the top.

Said my accountant to my raver, when’s this going to stop.

Said my censor to my free spirit, did you have to use fuck.

Said my caged-in to my free-range, friend you’re in luck.

Said my normal to my supernormal, it’s the end of lockdown.

Said my supernormal back again, that bug’s all over town.

Said my provocateur to my anam cara, go get a life.

Said in similar vein my anam cara, I’ll go get a life.

Said my aesthete to my preacher, what’s that all about.

Said my preacher to my aesthete, truth will out.

Said my death wish to my life force, isn’t darkness fun.

Said my life force back again, here comes the sun.

Said my inner critic to my latest effort, wetter and wetter.

Said my latest effort to my inner critic, you do better.

The sonnet, about the Inner Editorial that poets and writers live with, has in the background this long socio-political poem by Allen Ginsberg, ‘The Ballad of the Skeletons’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KWcmI802mw