Frustration dogs my days. There’s not one thing
That I would do that does not stand in doubt.
As if some grinning demon cast a ring
Round action so I never can reach out.
Stood static, hopes unanswered, in the fray
One act’s allowed me: I may go and kiss
Your dear sweet lips – then disharmonious day
You turn to music, anger into bliss.
When even at Easter my thin faith subsides
I’m brought to thought of Him who made us one
And then my heart (mercurial beast) derides
Our minor angst: our love lets in the sun/Son.
Hey! – It’s ok! I’ve God. I’ve you – that evil elf
Which would frustrate can go and fuck himself!