Divided Heart

I don’t want to be the other half of something someone lost a long time ago. I’m not interested in being the better part of valour. Everybody learns the hard way, one way or another. No matter how good you are at numbers, you can only count up to broken, forever. So eat your liver & onions. It should come as no surprise to discover the divided heart multiplies nothing. Any child can tell you love is invisible geography & Reality’s the only fiction. The more you look, the less you see. Like insects whose words are feelers, we strive to recollect the half- remembered that deeply mattered, witnesses to rashness passing as bravery. Despite the bad jokes & Chardonnay there’s an absence of humour In what we say. By resurrecting the dead we glorify our names, our reputations as artists, misfits & revolutionaries. Savages together, we toast our mutual savagery – hear hear!! – the clinking solidarity of well-heeled somebodies.