A gift of a bird is not
Taken lightly, nor can it be
Taken back: it is almost
Theft; yet this ruffled lark
Is mine now, I have stolen
Its grace and its name
For my own. I will take its
Wing to fly with, and leave
You in solitary, where you
Would like to stay, as I
Instead reach a greater height
Than I should have without it.
Welfare cheques from the welfare state. A vote’s as good […]
Welfare cheques from the welfare state. A vote’s as good
As any. I shall wait around all day, for the post.
And when I walk, under my hood I smile. A tired smile.
(And when the post comes, then I shall laugh.)
I see more rats than ever. (Myself included.) I think I’m going bald.
The girl around the corner almost smiled at me.
All I hear at night is shouting, deranged and broken.
(A rat scurries around my bare feet.)
—In the tunnels there’s never any room […]
Nor once they have passed either—
I should sooner fall on my sword than speak my mind.
Sleeping tarmac, yawning alloys, dreaming concrete corridors—
The preacher says the end is not nigh: Eschaton Averted.
(—Nay: I shall expedite its coming.!.—)
Your door of late is ever closed, and yet […]
Close These Doors
Your door of late is ever closed, and yet
In a while, sometimes, I may see you
At your wax-lined window. This time is set—
A tragic minute or two before, again, through
(Tho it is hard to make in all this snow)
Those frosted panes I see dark, dusty naught;
Perhaps I hear words in the winter wind—
Wish to not be like lustful lover foolish caught
Making lonesome eyes through the blinds,
(Tho never pretending wit; I am honest)
Hoping fonde for your petty, pretty goodly match
Of heart to heart to heart — o, (dare I say?) care
Not tho for my martial love, do not dare to unlatch
Your door; but, then, yet — perhaps would do a stare
(Two amber embers in the night!)
From behind those curtains, as to reneed
Me of the being I am just glad to have once found;
I am as what you mayever require, never freed:
Attending everloyal to you, we shall
(—all in good time, my love—)