My name is of no importance

as I sit here quietly breathing in dust from the beaten up

old chair you provided me with.

My clothes as crumpled as my un-digestable heart

in this crowded room, where you sit

comfortably and with an air of seething malice wait

for me

to admit that

all you need to know is that I am a poetry addict

and that it has been that way ever thus.

 

The intervention should be hailed a success

for I have gone at least a couple of hours since I