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Segue to Reflection

28 Nov

born into thick wet night, under sliver moon, on rickety boat, tossed about
by the great dark waters, when i became Albion and Albion became me.
soon as took small steps was i taught to bear the boat, as mother
beautiful angel of protection, went to rich, muddy land ’til god
hung stars. be brave boy for her. the sea stayed, a second mother.
in still night sang small songs of green islands with sister.
devised easy lies in bemusing time alone, learned the sea,
awash with troubles, off the dank islands of dreams, like a
mute dog chained in the alfalfa. would crenelate my being,
for dubious day faint streetlight’s flicker and cry of liquor
would pull me there, seeking new truth, wondering at
albion’s bursting life, as mother’s dream-telling fought
fears…always loved to speak of me in third person.

as it happens i was left there only then to find,
more of me than ever i’d known and none of it in my mind…

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Segue to The Mirror

28 Nov

relentlessly dreamed of father’s treacherous ghost.
met me in tiered tower, where bold black bells tolled.
grew dimmer he did and darker in mind.
invented prayers and asked great god to lead blank way to him,
as he had no plans to know me.
heard him scratch and trample by, found only failing trails of scot blood
i couldn’t cultivate hate enough to forsake.
open doors father, so cold here in vast recess of the sea.
we may sail off in tears, embarrassed of sad hearts, all saints sing along, at night,
and drink to love of mother, with only moonlight bearing quiet witness…

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Segue to A Burning Flame

28 Nov

frightened face of hers lacked no poignancy, had excess yellow charm.
was sometimes fiery red and short of breath, sometimes desperate.
carried a foot stomping stubbornness nearer to ripe reason than rude.
when didn’t know the language spoken, prayed for confidence to try.
always prayerful, blessedly brave and yet was still a child’s face.
a child with faith in god enough
to make albion a beginner.

i watch soft flowers wilt and seep the moisture from their stems,
they fall to waves beneath my window, i admire them,
as she holds a guided wisdom, given and innate,
sister visits in my kingdom, giggle and make her wait…

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Segue to Choir Boy

28 Nov

Albion morphed, with showers of tearful sky, powerful, huge waters
and blind years of dinghy to land school.
taught me tired teacher’s fallen passion and politics of child cliques.
spots of earth stretched out and shook like dusty bears, begging question.
longed to look out eyehole cracks of rocks, in which one might sleep.
albion, so long lost, in dreary social infancy, craved intoxicating music,
poet’s strife.
with woeful goodbye, pushed myself, eyes open, into the icy waters.
became what the sea could deftly hold and thrashing me she was,
for every yard i swam to the islands of dreams.
with an empty cup and lyric link to the heavens,
mardi gras of journey had begun…

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Segue to Innocent

28 Nov

from the start the good times were plenty, from the start it was cool and we were
kings, near the end, it was the same as any ending, takes a while to talk about these
things. it was rules and regulations against saviors and salvations, i mean we were
boys who wanted more from life than spit ! we were tied up in tomorrow, laughter,
booze and sorrow, but the happiness was just in getting it…
…found, friends, unbowed, to no ends, shared, took, frightened and forsook,
inspired, black gardens, crosses, then hardens, bathes, betrays, leaves and stays,
withdrawn, protected, unwilling, disconnected, acting unaffected…

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Segue to Alone This Friday

28 Nov

i feel a drop of rain let spill, oh god, my prayers had quite a will,
for that’s no rain, that’s alcohol; beer wine every one, and all.
i see a puddle, steps ahead and dive into this drunken bed
and swim with such a great delight, as only thought i ever might…

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Segue to Shine

28 Nov

and in my tipsy reverie, an angel came to visit me,
‘cause i’d been searching endlessly, through each bright inlet of the sea,
above my head, beneath my feet,
the alleyways, the city streets,
and bottles upon bottles, futilely,
for the honorable world she’d bring to me,
so i would hide the worser half of me…

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