121
for
a series of dark ones (or bright and dark ones)
2
for
friends and for enemies
for my friends
shake hands
and shall we play?
the planets on the one plane
roll baize and green to pocket
it's not for any winning pleasure
but to be with we bounce the ball
we witness weather
our loves are of a single silence
when we're beyond of words together
take tea
and let's take something stronger
see truth in each and trust
*
it's a while back now
but memory's raw ...
for the evil tenant
who robbed me
all sorts of things are too good
however
public flogging would be a good start
I like words like stocks and gibbet
tumbrel, evisceration, disembowelling too
drawing, quartering! superb!
slow death tortures yet to invent
kinds Kafka could inscribe
best –
head on a pike
next to the mailbox
that'll show the world
With Kafka in a poem, you know you are reading a soul. Very daring and honest verse here-- "I like words like stocks and gibbet / tumbrel, evisceration, disemboweling too"
ReplyDeleteYes, bloody thieves take more than possessions, don't they. But you continue to create and give to the world in so many ways - Keep on giving with yr generous spirit.
ReplyDeleteSuch smooth and gruesome revenge in the second half of this two-part poem. It contrasts well with the stuttering, almost inarticulate look at friendship in the first half.
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