Head – 7th December 2025

I have in my head a poem

But you cannot see it or hear

So you think I am deluded

Deceiving myself and appearing foolish

You say, write it down

Speak it out

Prove that it exists

But in doing so

It will be changed

Into a fraction of itself

For language cannot convey the

Way the poem works its way

Into a place within me and without

And if it is brought into time

And space, then only a part of it will come out

And this part can be misconstrued

And used to mistreat and abuse

Others but in my head this

Poem is love and so much more

And I am sure that while

This poem is in me

I know that it is also in you

I know what I’m trying to say but I have trouble saying it.

Here is a peacock from 2003.

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