Send No Money

Standing under the fobbed

Impendent belly of Time

Tell me the truth, I said,

Teach me the way things go.

All the other lads there

Were itching to have a bash,

But I thought wanting unfair:

It and finding out clash.

So he patted my head, booming Boy,

There's no green in your eye:

Sit here and watch the hail

Of occurence clobber life out

To a shape no one sees -

Dare you look at that straight?

Oh thank you, I said, Oh yes please,

And sat down to wait.

Half life is over now,

And I meet full face on dark mornings

The bestial visor, bent in

By the blows of what happened to happen.

What does it prove? Sod all.

In this way I spent youth,

Tracing the trite untransferable

Truss-advertisement, truth.