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Monthly Archives: August 2020

The Lilac Tree

Sunday, August 9, 2020

One day when I was six or seven

And doubted there might be a heaven

A place with angels and a bearded God

Who ruled the Earth with his lightning rod

Well, on that day, I had to pee

And Mrs Drummond let me be

So out I went into the yard

Where urinals waited, yellow tarred

By years of bursting childhood wee

From nose-held careless infancy 

I did my bit to add more stain

With my little spray of acid rain

Then, just as I had started back,

I stopped mid-step on my usual tack,

A rush of colour caught my gaze

The playground tree was a purple haze

It enticed me up its bursting tower

Of dripping pendules of lilac flower

I found myself a place to perch

High inside its pagan church

And fell into a reverie,

A drug-enhanced cacophony

Of flies and beetles, stripy bees

Murmuring on the violet seas

And there I dozed until the bell

Which let my schoolmates out as well

Some climbed too so they could be

Co-celebrants in the sorcery

By telepathy we shared a prayer

To an Ancient One we sensed was there

That childhood spell still wraps my skin

And stops life trying to shut me in

From the lilac tree I still derive

My sense of truly being alive 

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Stop the World

Sunday, August 9, 2020

Stop the world I want to get off

For I hear my father in my cough

My life was carved in words now worn

On the altar stone when I was born

Stop the world enough’s enough

Of collecting all this material stuff

That builds around me like a tomb

And turns the sunlight into gloom

I want to die and be born anew

So I do not do what others do

I want a path to love not war

A paradise on a far off shore

Stop the world I want to try

And look around with a baby’s eye

And smell the scent of a thousand flowers

And sleep below a broad leafed tower

At home among the fur and wings

Of a thousand living breathing things

To be a feral wandering soul

Without a sense of aim or goal

Stop the world I want an end

Of seeing what is round the bend

All I want is to be known

For words in water not in stone

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