Here is a work of
Art to grace your wall, We call
It Mother's Whistler

liberation now
as it is realised that
i am not the rock

the little death
a languorous swim at night
all in a twinkling

wee folk lead the dance
a thousand housewives follow
all nowt but child's play

the arc of history
sensible behind these eyes
the gaze too intense

the burden of narcissism
manifests as art and yet carries not
a glimmer of self deprecation.

Shemales beat the drum
Rhythm and magick abound
Continents connect.