Marc Carver likes nothing better than getting an email from someone he does not know telling him how good his poetry is, so feel free email@example.com it will do his ego no end of good
We are all fools
doing things for no real reason
crashing off each other like snooker balls
hoping one day we may do something of brilliance
so everybody can say how great we are
only to realize
how unimportant it is to be recognised by others
even of greatness.
But on we go
trying to grasp onto that passing cloud
looking for something
trying to find something
but the secret is
it is never quite what we thought it to be.