angst cycle (iii) — [E] (iv)

looking at my poetry
there’s idiocy there
trainspotting for caterpillars

but that’s what had to say
that’s what’s said

and i’ve learnt
after a decade
when this sadness won’t be memory
that the old idiocy
are the words that truly say

poetry’s a whole psyché thing

trainspotting for caterpillars
this pillar of slow water
may one day cat it out

i was wrong
a decade on
the sadness is merely wrinkled