a prose poem about poems
writing poetry is between you and the use of language ~ the reward of appreciation lies in the confirmation of one’s efficacy in the manipulation of words ~ the affirmation of the Darwinian survival of expressive reflection of thought ~ i write therefore i am
tenby in the night in the rain
the town is yours
the rain is yours
the harbour is yours
‘what more do i need’ is yours
tonight the lights are just right
for you are in town tonight
and no one else’s no one else is
is everything you know
what is the use of
kings and queens and princes and earls
as the world burns and the health service turns
are we all the lemmings now
STOP!
turn around and face them
oust them now oust them now
the non-doms and the mindless cows
chase the demons from the gadarene swine
the money changers from the temple
it’s the age old hyperbole that tells of truth
the rictus of our doom is upon us
the ratchet clicks on the way up
everyone is in the tumbrel now
the gallows drop and the gallows drop
kiss the noose goodbye
for it’s later than you think
what is the use of
kings and queens and princes and earls
when the last post flag unfurls
the last post flag unfurls
oh that one day
we sat long in the winter sunshine
where the ivy climbed the silver birch
such a pity they were all dead
had the marsh gas got them
we asked between sandwiches and tea
the sun lowered as we set off home
the sea was on the right the woods on the left
the marsh beneath our feet
ian mcmillan’s early strolls
and so it goes
the scroll of life on an early stroll
everything finding you finding you
in everything that passes for life
as the light dawns it dawns on you
that it’s time for tea
so it’s home for thee
my dear old chickadee
blizzard
and now these days
when it snows
there is a blizzard
all across the twitter sward
images
one need not imagine
anymore
other than the words that speak
of the invisibility we seek
are we not all falling now
like the snow
when do we want tomorrow?
it is morally bankrupt it’s obscene
in the same way as we pay footballers vast sums
when hospitals are a war scene
when will the lemmings learn
non-doms are the pogrom
that is bleeding their ‘why?’ dry
their have lit the blue touch paper
the vermin in ermine cower
from people power
when do we want tomorrow?
today!
