Wednesday, October 16, 2019

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



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