Boys minds grow
With wild exuberance
As their eyes lay their claim
On stretched out backs
The women they shall never tame
For men are the domesticated
Not the women with whom they mated
After all that time, he waited
He finds himself frustratingly sated
Though wild blood still runs
Pooled in his guns
Waiting till the trigger is pulled
And there lays a lion
Who shall not be culled.
practice
Meticulously made
Meticulously made
Self-indulgence dressed in plaid
Smoking pipes on resting Sundays
With the sharpest eyes
Of our yesterday’s
Music swinging between
Jazz and classical
For a man’s mind should only
Consume the fantastical
Something one can twirl his moustache too
No drooping eyes
Even if they’ve been up all night
Every day one shall wear a sheen of delight
One shall not drive Cadillac’s or porches
One shall be chauffeured in a Rolls Royce
And be terribly gay with the chauffeur boys!
Watching trains
Barefoot in the womb of oblivion
Arched backs on windowsills
Watching trains on the railway
Through the haze of Sun rays
Beaming through the gaps in trees
Intoxicated by confessions on postcards
Words for only those selected to see
Smiles of wonder on faces
Not used to such expression
Pulling at their lips.
Freak
I’ve got shoes on my hands
And gloves on my feet
Got a nose that runs
Don’t know when we’ll next meet
Got eyes where ears used to be
And ears where eyes should’ve been
I cry a lot but the tears are my teeth
Falling out when I breathe
I tried to join the circus
But they said I was a freak!
Time flew over the cuckoos nest
I stretched my legs till I could reach the sky
It still wasn’t enough
So I shrunk myself till I was invisible to the naked eye
I still wasn’t satisfied
So I stretched my arms till I could reach the clouds
But kept my legs short so I could still touch the ground
But my voice wasn’t loud
I sounded too much like a mouse
So I enlarged my head and my throat box
And I screamed and screamed
Till I smashed all the clocks
And time flew over the cuckoos nest
Now I forget the rest.
Zephyr blows hard
Zephyr blows hard
as the jellyfish pour from the sky
in a northerly direction
Illuminating the night
the world has become
Bioluminescent
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