Kit Kelen #1384 - far far away

1384

far far away

(ode to procrastination)

before the thing

of course some tuning

before the main event I mean

mull up

entertain ideas, critique

play out the doubts

sweep dust

clear cobwebs out

that’s all first up

before

give this my full attention

sketch it

get an outline in

though life gets in the way

they’ll say

before the poem

fire to tend

before the lines that you read here

there’s this between of them

I’ll underline that

before the novel

a glass of water

blink

clear head

before that

door come through

glance about

and hopefully

before the fire

a gathering

twigs and paper

friends, relations

before that the axe

death and what goes with it?

before the sun sets

or yardarm’s up

must whet the whistle

take the pills

fend off attacks

pop into the little room for a bit

and meditate on it

before the final assault

must see the whites of their eyes

before the cock crows three times

put off a little confession

stiff drink to fess up

a warm up first

a limbering

then spry

but

before the fact

imagination

fancy that!

be barefoot in the wilds of it

test the wind

note seasons

and a change of light

stop clocks

stop lips with kisses

savour

the vamp

until some lyric leap

must find the treasure truth first

and battle with the demons

but must get dressed before all that

and straighten this

brush down my tail  

in over the hills

and time come still

before that though

all pray

a little stop at the top of the clock

play up to a subtle lie

kind keeps them keen

grin and bear

but first complain

hoof one after another

and socks before the shoes

before the law

these crimes of mine

blind justice

and the art of theft

understand the treaty

fine print

and what the devil?

before the fall

must calibrate

make lions proud

half fill the darkly glass before

moon mope thrash about

before the word

a breathless book

and everything already said

let arrows point until

a Bible pause in haylight

before the vine

raise beaker

quaff

all paws forward

ears rotate

grab a guitar

hit hard

before the form is filled

must still my beating

Babel of voices

before the bastards come

touch toes

let the river run from drought

set the creatures free

before the heart is spoken

crust to be made

before the tender thought

wolf at the door to feed

call this penultimate before

and come to the point

emboldened bright

cymbal clash

and drum run

and so before you know it

a lovely cup of tea