The Canadians are a very face value kind of people
while me, well
I hear the phrase face value and I think
What does value mean?
What does a face mean?
Has a face got a value?
How many different kinds of face are there?
Meanings of face are there?
In how many meanings of face can it have a value?
So I have to conclude
I’m not a face value kind of guy
But then its much easier to say what kind of you bloke you aren’t
Than what kind of guy you are
By which time all definitions and categories have blurred and frayed at the edges
And eventually they bow and break and collapse into ether powder and all round never-existedness
And everything means nothing and everything
Which is probably further proof I’m not a
Face value kind of guy
o frabjous green morning
the leafy trees over london road before calton hill
gently shifting in the morning breeze
to sit and coffee and idly finger this