Poem of the week, week ending 9th December:

I Took a Trip

I wandered off a while to do some stuff,
and busied me and hardly thought about
the stuff I wasn't doing well enough.
But wonder of all wonders, any doubt
that I should pay attention, disappeared
one accidental day: my back was turned;
I felt a shooting pain and I was speared.
The pain was not unbearable: it burned
like sometimes when a truth too hard to take
is simmered into you. Like when a friend
just has to tell you everything is fake
about you - there is nothing to defend.
But anyway, I turned and she was still
distilling stuff like that. And that can kill.