Compulsion
abstracted from reality
he painted
consumed by a nameless passion
accidentally acquainted
no slave to fashion
he claimed a lack of choice
for rolling
with the punches
rarely on the verge of controlling
unbidden instinctive hunches
it’s not important what’s created
he claimed his tone admitting
he could only be defeated
in the end there may be nothing
I can do
for how can I sacrifice this pleasure
or dishonour all those things I treasure
Ian Gouge - Writer 