After the procession, the trumpetsAnd the drums, the gilded chariots,The trophies, the ships’ beaks of bronze,The swags of roses, the snow-tunicked slaves,The maidens, each brow wreathed with leaves,The magnificent, incomparable processionThat is the splendour and order of the city,After it all, after the dream,The exquisite and too brilliant dream,With the plaster images of the gods,The […]
Awful, just terrible, isn’t it dreadful, the feeling I get when I think about
It’s not quick & I’m resentful for this.
My SSRI & I are in a deep, dream-like relationship.
I am fully awake in the static;
when they leave, I shake,
when they stay, I sleep.
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Folded card work
When the fighting days are over, And we’re finished with the fray,When they draft us back to Dover To be put on pension pay;You may think we’ll be in clover But remember this, my son,When the fighting days are over, Then our fight has just begun. It is hard, there’s no […]
The sun’s going down behind the great shale-heap
/ Over against the village; shadows creep
/ Shifting from door to door, and all the…
You’re building another Christmas for one, /decorating the present with sparkly / lights & glitter, a long line of cards…
The tide is sidling up to Almorness, / unmet by those returned now north & west / away from here.
This morning, as the 372 shoogled
/ through Carsethorn, hirpled
/ wabbit past the kirk and through
/ dreich smirr hoyed down from
/ droukit braes above,…
Finally, I’m done with the phone calls and everything else
/ and when I switch on the radio it feels like lying…