Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist


Love alters my brief hours and suggests

into the ear of those who care to ask

are whispered soft succinct behests

to progress onwards towards their task.



such sound soliloquies framed

came knowledge of which, few knew

to find yourself an unknown named

at last love offers me some clue



if only to find some proper love

I could practise all I knew

I’d open schools of life above

this unpleasant ticking hue



adoration and affection becomes my broken bread

to fill full the heart of any empty island head.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist