A LITTLE LONG JOHN SILVERISH
I feel a little Long John Silverish having this devil on my shoulder,
taking him everywhere I go, up and down the world over.
He now knows the seven seas like the back of his hand,
whilst I, do not appear to have travelled far,
or if I have, do not appear to be able to remember.
Sometimes heavy as lead, hugely squat, or tall;
sometimes small as a microbe, or as light as a feather
I feel alternately inclined
to over accentuate, overemphasize or
totally overlook his presence.
Sometimes he is suave and articulate, perfectly well mannered (much
my better half)
more often he is dank and malodorous, occasionally grotesque,
or just too plain horrible for words.
In behaviour too he verges on complete unpredictability,
sometimes pursuing each little slight, whether
real or imagined,
with all the unbridled wrong-headedness of human law,
(which venerates the fleet of speech, and hounds to
hell the striking guilt of inarticulateness).
Here too, it must be said, he has his brighter side
when, touched to the core by our finer wiles,
he reaches deep down into himself with
that ever-extendable, elastic hand-cum-hook
to produce that fabled, golden, parting grip
upon which so much business confidence
wholeheartedly depends.
AIR POWER
The hawk at the bottom
of my garden
(who explains away
the feathered carnage
citing the survival of
the fittest
as she understands it)
assures me that
eventually
I will grow accustomed
to the experience
of flight.
She flaunts her wingspan
as if I could not fail
to be impressed.
I hate it
when creatures
great and small
get so smart and sassy
as if the whole of our corpus
of philosophy, economics,
poetry, psychology,
was written with them
much in mind, absolutely.
CLAIRE LIBRA RE-REVISITED
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PoetryCollection of New Poems 2012/(2013) as well as published poems from as far back as the mid 1980s --published in poetry magazines and literary journals from as early as mid 1980s tgrough to 2011. Please visit my poetry blog at Wordpress. damian2649