Night. Pharmacy. Street lamp and road.There is a useless wobbly beam.You may live decades finding hope.There is no hope, its faintest gleam.It will resume as you have gone:There’s a canal with icy loadThat gloomy night when you...

You know, I try to shun poetic fighting,You know, I need no elegies for fame.In my opinion, lines can’t be delightingIn spite of people’s blame.I wish you knew what rubbish could be reasonFor rhymes emerging off my conscious edge....