My words are underlined by hatred

just under the surface

but holding them up to the light

their foundation

contempt

their tune

scorn

however much I would want them to be about love

where I see it

how I feel it

and even doves could come down

and fly off with one word at a time

all attached to each other like a kite

trumpets blowing.

I really, really don’t feel it

                                                        ~ Marc Carver

                                                            Basingstoke, UK