interpellation
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
All the ships come sailing in
at six o'clock in the morning
And I know you are my twin
When I see you yawning
The time has come and struck the bell
The hammer falls down into the well
And plop, clip - clop
The film reel fell
Those frames of us are like
Flames in hell
But I must not be so morose
No the lies are like bedridden aunts
And speaking clocks
Tell again time flies
Well stop it now
It don't feel nice
So what is behind all these shifting sands?
All this scenery of a world passing
Like grains through my hands
Yet ours is not of this world
There are bigger fish to fry
God lives in me and you
If you accept the spiritual ties
Leave this world of butter mountains behind
Rise up from those hills of bread
Drink not from the lake of wine
But instead sup the blood of Christ
Taste his flesh, cannibalize
His spotless sacrifice made
For our sins
And all is forgiven
So that's nice
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Well if you think you're sunk
You are'nt
There are a thousand ships like you
they can't
And if you think your time time has come
it probably hasn't, you can't read the signs
There are a thousand dragons and a thousand
Maids
And like you
They are all looking to be be saved
So get off your arse
And listen to the grave
It is growin' grass over what you've left
We all are dying in our own way
Don't think yours is special
Just because you say
It's me, I am my, oh me, oh my!
You are another crumb in the fish pie
Get used to it while your'e
living
For tomorrow you may die!
You think because you're twenty
That it won't come to you
Well it will and there are plenty
Of reasons to think it's true
Well it will and soon you'll be sixty
Thinking this good thing has past
Don't try to take from another a thing
That you've already had
The sun is rising over the verandah
and you know that good things don't last
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The moon loves the Earth
Pure love
Like a silver spoon and the tongue
They are falling in love,
Always falling the moon
Into the Earth's heart
The Earth into the moon's
Then Gravity is love
Love is gravity
And a black hole
Loves himself too much?
Or does she love Everything else too much
Glowing in the wedding ring diamond
Of an event horizon
She will engage you
And if you marry a blackhole
You'll go on honey moon
And lose all control
In his sweet surrender
And as a blackhole
He keeps very clean carpets
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Mr Winter
In the height of summer
Hear the summer crows
Cast off black In white dove flight
The fashion
Of the rainbows
Mr Winter walks on splinters
Are they pressing in your toes?
What with hinter lands
And tomorrows
How does your garden grow?
Cold as is your frosty fridge
Dark as ivy briar
But in the cold the albertine rose
Shows in summer flower
How goes it now Mr Winter
Will you shed your coat of black
Come out into the sunshine
Feel the sun's warmth on your back
Come now, come now Winter
Oh once cosy in sad memory
No body thought
They could love again
When your heart is in the ashes' keys
Search in the charred wreckage
The wood that's blackened and burned
Somewhere there may still be the embers
From which Mr Summer may return
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The sun goes down over the street
The crepuscular creepers walking
the beat
Light head lice
The head lights are yet to turn on
In the Somerset Town
They call Babylon
The colours so chrome
Oh I wish they were yellow
Magnesium white lights
The glare of the mellow
And stroking the firelight
The RAC fellow
Goes hammer and tongs
and bellows
The sodium sipped at the supper of kings
Of the control of the periodic table of things
And song of the elements
And elephant wings
But who ever saw an elephant
Fly?
inside she sings
And who knew the tide lines
And the marks that love brings
On Muriel Sparks
Or Ann summer's stings
And filing for divorce at the court of Great Kings
The Queen has been fought
But she has lost what he brings
Oh take me, elephant, thick of skin
To be your lawfully anointed wife
Oh Mouse husband I do, I do, I do
Now where shall we live?
This house is not big enough for two
I being an elephant I could fill a room
And you being a mouse could barely squeeze in
We must invest in a super saver sofa
And super soaker cheeses
And supper saving goffers
And Puppet waving breezes
And suffer saviours and their sabres
Suffer saboteurs and wheezes
Who would hold their noses
At supermarket freezes
But Jesus, please us and means us, beans us
And holy communion crumbs of busted breeze-block kinesis
Come on commoners come on please
Shake a leg at the foreigners who go between the fleas
And suck up your carpet hairs of all your finger nails
And sneezing snares at the market wares
Coralled, cajolled over controlled by forces
Of Minsk, and rinks of ice, and risks that slip on rice
And dice are rolled down to the bone of hip, skip and suffice
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.