the path

could be one of the older

staid rhyming bucolics

keeping score

spring summer winter

recorder autumn of life

I read them all

thought some to be a bore

or the path of the Plath

feeling too much

expressing disappointment

life nothing but a chore

taking the early bath

or the beats

the smoking appealed

wearing black talking shit more

not working just thinking

enlightenment at last

but no

the others hanging out

would be are such a faff

all this for trying to find

my original voice

as the koan almost said

the keeping it real

not going for laughs