Up

The way must be up.
Down is the blues.
A dead feeling
at the back of the head.

Down is the depths.
The pits. That
you're getting on my tits,
piss off sort of feeling.

On the other hand
down and dirty
has something to be said
for it.

Down and out, at heel,
downfall, downbeat
less so.



walking down madison

Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011