Okay Here is a poem I wrote. I have a ton in my notebook that I'm very slowly in the process of typing.
This one is called
BEING THERE
Its about being at peace and in a good mental state. starts off sad wiith this guy who's completely alone but at peace. then this other couple who are taking a break from their relationship, then a servant at a rich italian villa, then a dialogue between a group of theatre performers chillin back stage. then things get very introspective indeed.
Part 1: Europe
On the ocean liner,
We once presumed the ice berg mist
Spraying through the air on the foghorm mourning.
Cold needles spat into the heart of our view
We sat and did nothing
“Three Cheers To the Governor, If he would be so kind!”
The coated beach along the rutting shades
Invites those who stab and pull
A million mussels and a million clams
Before breaths of afternoon resignations
We shall think it all through
When Charles should awaken he will observe
This embroidered tapestry on the walls
And the dance therein contained (!)
A few feet away one can observe Charles
Teardripping, tip, tip, onto grey concrete through musty breeze.
His suffering is temporary.
He gets up to speak out of the shadows proud
A million accounts to the welcome crowd
“If he would be so kind…and if you should wager
Your sole account…” and so forth he deals and doles
He used to have hair and tolerance
For those that spat and choked on Atlantic tides.
He fancies a sole carnation on his chest.
He works with numbers, and nobody cares.
Because he gives speeches,
We are moved and swayed. We are moved by his bravado
Of numbered dues and death. Tip Top.
In a smog tinged breath in kerosene fumes,
Outside the newspapers rattle and whisp.
If I listen closely I can hear a blowhorn
Summoning a hundred paperboys to morning stoops
And hotel lobbies.
Part 2: Actions and Dialogues
You bid me farewell a month ago
And with requested a timepiece
One with crossed hands
And writing on the face in vague English
Ticking and beckoning me to answer the question:
Shall I wait. Do I always?
I remember that writing on cousin Vaughn’s wrist
And sister Claire’s breast
I remember the ticking and the appointment, exhaust and anxiety
The first date was just fine
We had gone to the park and sat on a blanket
Drank rum and laughed for an afternoon
You had left your coat at home
The weather was fine
The rest o the day was a blur although,
I had a sore throat later on
Most of it registers
I remember the shopping, I will always be shopping, wasting money
The tills, the stop lights,
The tills I remember best
And the bags, I have no idea for those.
It shall be a fun trip for me
Take guard here while I see it all
I’m sure you will be just fine
No need to lock the doors these days
No one will come. My friends are gone.
Magnificent shopping these days
Just the best.
A centurion strolling through his garden kissed his wife
And rubbed his sons hair,
A sign for good luck.
His wife picking grape leaves cursed the daylight.
And in Asia, along the Ganges, a very similar scene
At the exact same time.
And across the Ocean at an Algonquin camp
A hunter mimicking the act within the same hour.
Not far away in the villa a musician Plucking the notes of a common tune
Got no notice from the women. He lives alone as do they
He is not always in tune anyway.
All this is fine, but that was then
I ignore the Thames
Up there, the air up there
Inside this chamber the buttons are covered in cheap plastic
We are pioneering at breakneck speed
Too fast, too fast
On our sally
Border Leon gave me this stamp
Red wax
Dripping onto the page I put my finger below
A demonic sting jars me aware of the letter’s destination.
I am branching out.
Caribbean hot wax, or a bill to the family salon
The Lambardo servant master will sign it upon arrival.
The marble statue shall be placed above the candle stalks
Before the dinner guests arrive.
Guillo come here won’t you please? The guests want a wine glass
For the reception. I’ll be here in the courtyard. They take it with some care,
So please…
Jazz o Jazz! O how I love that Jazz
I’m on fire, I’m on fire
But oh how I love that Jazz,
Like insect legs rumbling in my ear canals
O its coming on! The floor is going to take a beating they say
Let me get that wine for you down in the cellar
O
You see him tonight?
Somethin a’ that. Just got off stage.
Gee dam. I gotta see him.
Once in a long time, next year this still aint Broadway.
Go fix up dinner for the whole crew.
No no. Excuse me, but have you ever been to Paris?
How about Averyron?
Aveyron? Nono, it was not so much. I have a headache right now.
Go but come back soon.
Okay.
Like you said. Forget about Broadway. This isn’t so much.
He’s just a juggler.
Alright, now did you see how they were shouting for more?
You see how they were banging their fists on the front of the stage?
Yah, I saw that. Well I suppose he can juggle quite well indeed.
We had to juggle a lot back in Blackpool. That was a while ago
But he’s even better than us in our youth.
Our Youth?! Speak for yourself. I only had my first a few months ago.
And I think im right on track. Just on time.
Ah okay. Well like I said this aint a comedy act or a circus.
Hey you ever seen the lights show uptown?
Ya once with my first. Smoked a full cigar that night.
Daring of you.
Well that aint even part of it.
It was quite spectacular. This mister Tesla, this mister Marconi.
That’s the real magic. It aint the second act with the disappearing Samurai.
Aha.
There now you’ve done it.
Part 3: In our Ends we Find our Beginnings
Into the calm dimming we shall go
And its all just a matter of time
Waiting and growing you achieve
That which makes me smile
Go then, go like a race car
On a ten speed mentality
Double spring the inner mechanisms
Science and speed
Lots’a noise
I have soared in a trance
Past the white mountain
Past the forts.
My wings will not melt,
But vaporize in an electric mess
Disconnected thoughts cause me to tremble
With joy
I don’t quite move too much.
Though, when I lay my head down,
I am at peace
At the developments of the time
As I stroll along the darkened streets
I stop for a moment, a fleeting moment,
And consider the hundreds across the way
In pub seats and rose restaurants
Lifting a glass to toast
The joy of the time,
And I smile.
I wish it for you. I really do.
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