Anthony Joseph Erangey
I'm hoping that this will see the light.
Clear and simple, untextured. Unrefined.
Memory has been elusive of late.
Along with discipline, it will have to wait.
Blurting out obscenities, not really my forte.
Oh, there was a time, but I mustn’t stray.
Is all well in Poemland, I wonder?
Some still are not struck by it's thunder.