Poetry

Sunday, 13 February 2022

The parachute tester's ball

 

At the parachute testers ball

I just dropped in to say hi

You look like the kind of guy

Who wears a silk shirt

Hi

Say Hi

Hi, how high

Oh, from that balcony over there

To the stair

I dare you guy

Why I don't care

I've tested thousands of parachutes before

What's one more silk shirt

Swinging from a chandelier?

So, he positioned himself on the bannister’s edge

Overlooking the dance hall

The mezzanine floor 

was like a bomber's open door

And he bit his lip and said a prayer then leapt and reached for the chandelier

What a stunt! What a feat of human feet

And engineering

Said the boffins below

Who had all studied aerospace dynamics at Bristol

Whereas he just thought he'd give it a go

I worked my way up he said, one step at a time

Until I reached the pilot’s bar

Where the wings hang out

The red bulls and the Icarus's who fell

The Minotaur and his lover

And Daedalus is dancing the fox trot

With the young men from Athens

Who invented the parachute, they ask?

Was it Socrates or Plato?

Aristotle or Pluto?

No, it was Galileo

So where is he when you need him?

He's calculating the coefficient of friction

That is your grip, as you slip

From the last candle stick

That has been burning from the dusk til dawn

And 

And what?

Eventually you'll fall

Like a feather from the tower of Pisa

Onto the folks below

Or a hammer blow

Yes, more likely

Now put on the silk shirt 

And let's see you test the vest

It is the safest place to try it

As there's paratroopers ten abreast

And they will catch you like a leaf

Or you'll come to a grief

But either way you must leap

Into the great unknown

Gupta Deep time

 I found the Kenyan quite strange actually

I had to lock myself up in the car and listen to muic

Do you mean Canyon?

Yes

Knight rider

 I'm guessing you have a kit car

Am I right

No it is a shit car

Out of balance

Mothers of the Church

 The scars of Romance

And the Monster of invention


Are you a baptist

are a methodist

Are you a papist

Or are you a Catholic

Puritan, juritan, jurist or purist

Curist or diarist, communist or protestant

Oh tell me of your original sin

Tell the work ethic

I can pigeon hole you in

Jubilee Jumble

 Queen, remember my name

God save the Grand Dame

All in one

No hole in the crown

Ball and gown

Plot in the ground

Frame a portrait

Write down her name

Same and Sorted

Keep a light the flame

Queen, I want you to live forever

I don't want you to die

Come and believe my Caribbean dream

My African savannah


See your face in the mirror

What has changed from before?

The features little

The eyes the same, a little sore

There is a sight Her Majesty

Majesty


Oh the bonnie wee lad

And the trains looking sad

All sitting await at the station

The mers and the sars and the

Rows of parked cars

All arrived that their destination

The tern and the tars

The kerb and the stars

Shining in the rain

Unreachable

Eclectic electric

 They are in the middle of a traffic jam of silence

Bowled over in a sound of consciousness

 

The parachute tester just dropped in to say hi

Can you fall from the sky

Without one?

No’

Can you?

Superman, ho, ho!

 

Electricity eclectic

In the dark of the rainbow

Electric rainbow of the soul

 

The Manta rays and electric eels glow

Why can’t we

Light a candle for my soul

And yours

 

The Centaurs are charging

Their gas bills

Eating grass sandwiches

And drinking beer

On the forgotten plateau

In the tearful meadow

Of tea

 

Come make me a shooting range

So I may target my fears

And tear out the pages of the paper back

Of apologies

No apologies, please

This darkness

Is good for my soul

I can hear

Nothing

But the stars

And the wheat ears

Whispering in the field’s breeze

Endurance

 Chocolate ship, chocolate chip

Kurtos Kalacs

In a jam in the icing

Of the antarctic roll

The chimmey stacks

fire cake, ice cake

We burnt our fingers on the ice

Holding together frozen 


ice table, ice plate

Sit down to a frozen meal

Well it was ready when I cooked it says mother

You arrived late


Where are all the women in the antarctic

Sabortooth tigers, where they there?

What did the antarctic look like when you were born?

Disturb the Penguins

But it was much a do about nothing

only another Penguin with an instagram account

Trying to advertize their fishing business


Being a king and staying a king penguin

Being a king and becoming a queen penguin