Patience and me

By 19th July 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

A Surfeit of Bushmills
I’ve not always been me,
I used to be someone else
Lots of someone elses ,
Of course some parts are constant.
But the add ons
Like cruelty or love
Or are watered down,
Beefed up,
Even dispensed with.
You always retain the capability
To reinstate them but
Often not the interest,
For they are extreme emotions
And are tiring
Taking the whole of your being for their use,
And though I don’t regret
A single
Or whore
I haven’t the patience any more.

John Cox

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