After Mr Trimble's "Mayakovsky"
How that moment
felt like the love it was
so you remember
Mayakovsky
who wrote in Russian
the stalled motor
of the heart
has started
to work again
staring at the future
slanting rain
the barrel of dynamite
rude crude words
the line is a fuse
stanzas blown to bits
bad times continue
though here
the heart
still hums
from the suicide note
ReplyDeleteShe loves me, loves me not.
I tear my fingers
and scatter them,
broken,
as one tears,
superstitiously,
and scatters all over
May
the little wreath of daisy.
Let the haircut and close shave
reveal
greyness,
and the silver of years
pound.
I hope,
I believe:
I shall never be
one
of shameful prudence.
2
It's two o'clock already.
I guess you're in bed.
The Milky Way
a silver river
in the night.
I'm in no hurry,
no point
waking
troubling you
with telegrams.
As they say,
the incident is closed.
The loveboat simply
cracked up against circumstance.
You and I:
quits,
no use listing
mutual griefs,
miseries,
hurts.
Look at how quiet the world is.
Night
has levied a tax
of stars in the sky.
In such moments
one gets up and speaks to
ages,
history,
the whole cosmos.
Deletewonderfully sad
and sadly wonderful
thank you Kit
for the suicide poem
ReplyDeletethe incident
as closed
as the years
the world
less quiet
than in grief
poor fella