in the final year of my 40s

In the final year of my 40s I shall abdicate responsibility for all my poems say, do, or be so they might get a life away from me. Join Simon Perril as he writes an ecstatically elastic 50th birthday poem bidding adieu to his 40s. Written on the skin of the moment, the membrane of occasion, these poems nod, wink, cajole, caress, proclaim and defame their way across 80 plus freewheeling stanzas.