My Poetry's Not Just the Servant of Pleasure

My poetry's not just the servant of pleasure, And serving self-interest isn't my treasure, But serving my muse, I am glad to disclose (Though at times I lose track of my spiritual clothes.) I'm riding a bus and enjoying the country, When verses are born, unexpected reentry To world barely known, I'm a long way from home (With one's muse in control, no direction's toward Rome!) Kaleidoscope spins with old verities blurring, Know truth lives there though for emotion's recurring, You rework your lines as your muse plays its part (As you lift up her veil, kiss your bride, bed your art!) Brian Johnston 17th of June 2018