I wish I had made more
of my unconventional life,
embraced more than I could
ever hope to have done,
kissed more than just the few
and the few extra more,
I wish I had not been at times
so damned English and polite
and told a few more people,
stuck up their own arse,
blinded by their own self importance
and governed by their right to believe
that their way is the only signposted route
to happiness,
to fuck off,
but I am so damned English
that all that comes out is the disgruntled tut
and the urge to move away from
their sycophant views,
their views which they believe should be mine
and when they don’t get why I don’t side with them
I can only shrug my shoulders,
so damned English, not wanting confrontation,
yet requiring peace around me;
it is a good job I am unconventional,
a Cornish spirit, a Progressive Jazz, Blues Metal adoring spirit,
accepting of many but not of the condescending handshake,
two faced handshake, I would rather remain
an island in my head
than lonely,
trapped in the need to faceless.
Ian D. Hall 2017