Daddy's Darkroom

Old enemy, new hue

Lining your strange muse

With petty shadow play, swift contrast

Torched territory, way beyond the pale

Such mayhem looks good on you

But reflects badly on me

and all I could/would/should have been

Sometimes, North stars will go south for the winter

Worst still, fade into oblivion

Then it’s up to who exactly, what winner?

To dream up some tacky, compensatory vision

Be careful with your choices

One can only commit to but a few kaleidoscopic admissions

Link up so many dots

All that doodling the living daylights away

All that colour coding , now its far too late

Got responsibilities, other mouths to feed

Contractually obliged to give way to new creative babies

But art for its own sake might save me

The solace of my very own office