Wednesday, 18 June 2008

And so tributes pour in,
Tributes seep
Leak
Stumble to a greater whole,
Epitaphs glide smooth
And cold, carved,
Adamant.

Harvested by the ton
From council creaking tomes,
Fractured, flimsy and inoffensive,
Atrophied,

Static, silent
On the lips of widows
And
The soon to kick and break boys

2.
Lauren placed the flowers on the grave of her
Youthful and tragically dead brother,
She read her own elegant eulogy
And burst into tears,
‘My god this is emotional...
'It' will never be this emotional again'

She will never so eloquently assist
In an early emerging dawn
Bereft
She will miss,
Not the agitating complexity
Of a very living Love,
But more: the helpless canape’d crying crises
And black gloved
Liberty of a drunken fleeting cortege,
She would never be this emotional again.

Difficulty in understanding exactly how the small blunt blade found itself in your leg and a fire escape cosh

Try as you will
To assemble a history
Noble and nostalgic,
Impose gallantry
On
Timid terrified sycophancy,
No,
True you cannot resemble heroically
The bestiary of a favoured fantasy,
Never managing
To accommodate linear morality,
In an adolescence at odds with decency,
I am sorry.

The Israeli chief of staff
Has on his wall a picture of Auschwitz
Nuclear ambiguity

RD Laing 'dealt' with schizophrenics


William Burroughs went to school at Los Alamos


All UK teenagers killed in gang violence loved sport


Particularly football

Ingmar Bergman

Ingmar Bergman never tarried past slumber
Shrewd
Though reclusive
He knew
That on a silent slightly Scandinavian island
Cold feet breed daemons
And short of talk or
Man or cat
Nothing on a wet day to distract
Incessant laughing/mocking choirs
Recounting from internal towers
Blunders gaffs the nasal twang of his voice

In addition he
Could decay
Without the
Worry of
Last night’s drunken proposal (proposition) admission
Dignity!
?
A mad bandy man runs naked alone in the cracking northern night
Cackles
Confesses
Two shrivelled sticks
Dance behind a sofa
As a tearful rendition serenades
The carpet’s geometric maids
Then
Not for him the sore head bed
But the stumbling
Shambling
Shaking
Hairy dog coffee morning
As quizzically
The carpets courteous courtiers
No longer vocal
Simply giggle wriggle and hum