Paul Robinson Poetry


I have been supplied with a quantity of idiosyncrasies.
In order to fit, I have veiled these with enablers to the detriment of being.
I capitulated for the sake of the collective:
The receipt was useless patter, absurd psychology, the end of fakery.
I embrace my uncertainty, in order to disclose petty human natures,
Of which there are so many. I do not aim to be a patriarch of ethics,
For I know my place in the abyss, and will tumble at the slightest shudder.
So, reserve me a place, I will be along shortly,
In the mean time, ponder this soliloquy
and see if you match these observations of our shared fallibility.