To be alone
For two weeks
Or a second
Truly alone
Lost in the heart
Of a deep black hole
Nothing gets in
Nothing gets out
Nothing persists
Nothing exists
Would it be hell
Or what would it be
Say goodbye to the girlfriend
Of course you'd be deaf
Unswayed by any frequency of radiowaves
There'll be no colours
No Mark E, no Bach, no delicate flowers
There'll be a clean line of clothes pegs
Without any washing
Without any sheets
Fresh and white
Without any breeze
You’re not allowed to smuggle any pets
Like a piggy or a mouse or an incy wincy bee
No heartaches
Nor headaches,
Not a bloody heartbeats
Neither no regrets,
Or thoughts forbid
You can’t eat your peas off the back of the fork kid!
You’ll be stripped naked
You’ll have no hair
Like a newborn rabbit
No-one will seduce you
You won’t be there
Nothing can touch you
Peace at last
They cant export you
Through the looking glass
They can’t abort you
Not so fast
There's nothing to collect
And no one to despatch
Call me on the telephone
I'll pass you on to Jesus
He'll tell you that I'm not at home
Not talking to believers
All alone aloft the night
Like John Keats said
Much better than me
his name was writ in water
Mine was rustled
From the tree
Our memories wiped with hammers
Our lovers all shredded and blown
Our brothers are as pale
As a packet of crisps
At the bottom of a bell
We will have no lips
We will have no smell
There will be no time
No stick no gun
Just a bucket of trees
Me and my son
Not even God
Is having that one
But who will watch him
While I sleep
Who will watch him
While I sleep?
While I sleep?
15/09/17
Pic: Pulcinella, Naples.
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