Friday, February 14, 2014

i think incessantly of those

after Stephen Spender's poem:
“i think continually of those who were truly great who left the vivid air signed with their honour”

i think incessantly of those who were truly great
who left the vivid wind signed with their honour
because i am disconsolate about my life's mean history
i want to torture strength ascend invade the brave air
slay dragons fight wild beasts with my hands
unstain the world of its dishonour
instead i sink in the gutter of my need
and leave the unrecognizing stare empty of my gesture

i think continually of how i'd rather walk with those
astride like a colossus where little men peep between my knees
though i sense deceit the trickery of fate
the truly great become a mockery
when i measure stars which shine beyond their death
saying nothing bitterly
brilliantly signing the midnight air with their blue humour
and the bare rounds of earth's orbit
memorably assign the beating rhythm of the gravid seasons
citing no authorities or poets intent on glorification
or teachers of good rollicking reasons we incredulously perpetuate

i wear my honour like a mantle of cloud cover
rain and snow lower my brow and the frost steams from my breath
uphill work this desire to survive beyond life
descending to death without tragedy or comedy to humour my posterity
and i thank continually those who wrote across the atmosphere
with trails of glory in their honour
curving across the deep wide blue of who i am
with visions of what i might be
an awesome prospect if i could forget the might-be as a should
that draws a cloud over the bountiful sun

i wear my honour like a mantle of cloud cover
thinking continually of who i am this day
immeasurably greater for the beating bounty of my frosted breath
writing the bare round rhythm of this winter season with my white signature

mmxiv (edited: probably 1960's)

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

stands by quod libet hey

i warn you
    do not tease
thisaway and thataway
    as we may
straight to learn
wholly to play
    tis neither bent
not curiously bidden
whichever whatever
sense we make
    of the matter

leaving mine privily
whose business you argue
shall we not moot point
so quod libet not to belabour
take our affairs
    without waiver
we'll agree then
none certain
    eye to eye      you'n me
inexplicably can affirm or deny
    as canny raccoon will exhibit
wash hands      await events    up a tree


Monday, February 10, 2014

slang who's who

There's not a god-fearing bone in his body
    yes    ever-ready to embark on a lark
take up a dare come fire and brimstone
hurled    tackle his corner of the world
straight on    bold to go to    never shy    never shirk
    succeed or fall short    tis all one
come sun dance march stumble
wale like trough of sea    wash of storm
falling to lee      beached      blunder on
eyes blinded    bloody hurt    hop to it
here mate hold yer end up    cain't drop
oppo in slough    enough ain't never
till you're through this remember what's what
find how when where duty dandy does
when well-met again chum    did he though
snuff it    tis bye bye    one last call    cheers

so reads his epitaph    so reads his years


Saturday, February 8, 2014

who the hell am i

who the hell am i  lass
who the hell am i
turned around whos looking back
wind the winding track
mind when looking back
beside your great self  lass
who the hell am i
nobuddy's more my weal  lass
'fore i wuz born
'fore i wuz born lass
look at the hell you went thru
what do i mean
what do i call your woe
tis behind me afore you
the hellish path you went  lass
who damn cheers now
when you gave your entire best
devoted to your own
your own of one i am  lass
the last to top the story
story never got told
into green bed you folded
tired to the end
when your kids deserted
who is now your friend
settles in my gall  lass
hurts where it sticks
you served   we took
was it worthy of a loving look
coming past your memory's grave
oh humbling never bent your knees
say no long-gone bye  lass
with tears that wet this page