“Turn And Face The Strange...”

If one is honest all the time one comes ’cross raving mad.

Whims dart ’round willy nilly, jumping shoals like startled shad.

Fair the weather, hot and chilly. Bare the boney breasted squalor,

Non the sense, and chided shrilly by the questing noble scholar...

Then ’midst the depth an eye beams out, within a largened socket;

A penny found while destitute, slipped through a clench-holed pocket.

Perhaps the universe is right

to toss love in as spoils.

The worn-to-whisper romancer now fevers til she boils.

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*Title is of course a quote from the chorus of the song “Changes” by David Bowie.