There are a few things you could do
to protect what’s left of your sanity.
For instance, put honour and integrity
on a pedestal and chuck doubt,
equivocation, vanity, filth and degradation
into the offal pit. Go back and watch
the last episode of The Singing Detective
first, and whenever you meet Janus
tell him you haven’t time to audition for
reality TV shows, or call Adam Parore Mortgages,
say you’re off to meet St Francis because
you’ve heard he has better, unfashionable
things to offer. Like the possibility of tranquility,
confidence stripped of conceit, a calming air
when your heart’s sounding like a timpani.