On the edge (incognito)

I'm off to live a poet's life

I have a torch and
Dictaphone

A voodoo note pad on my
porch

And self-inflating desktop
clone

I'm mainly focussed on
humanity

Up, close is where I'll
be

On the knife edge of
portrayal

Incognito,
s-e-c-r-e-t-l-y

Popping in on
raucous

To decipher trigger
point

Defrocking the corrupt

As
the blameless

Take
anoint

Sampling depravity

In
every shape and guise

Wherever there is
gravity

Its peak I will
surmise

I'm laterally
inclined

And own an everlasting
pen

All will be defined

I have a
well worn grasp of zen

My rucksacks ready
packed

With sarnies, plasters and a
rope

My destination?

Coast to
coast

My hamster?

I guess he'll
have to cope

With an earthy heart and
purpose

All that matters I'll
allay

My husband?

Never
natters

He won't know I've been
away

lex ?04