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October Songs

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These are not his angry streets,
Still wet and unfinished.
These gutters
Are the dream
Of a mathematician
An image of the limping right Half.
His picture was not so typical,
And his frame not so small,
Over-polished, the canvas slips
And slides from under my feet
White as any page.

If I was more the stand up man,
I'd roll my fists and Learn to
Swash about in the watercolours,
Replace all the seeds of my garden
With twisting tubes of Exploding Neon.

I dreamt Allen thumped a jazz tune
On my welcome mat to the sound of
Apples hitting the Autumn ground.

A chorus with the idle noise
Of doing-dare outside my window,

It had three chords
And one heavy voice:

"Give us your dregs
and we will give you the grapes.
Send us your bottles and we will
Fill them with a painting,
We will build you a river
From one kingdom to the next
And set the raft upon your back.
You will drift from one corner
To the next and see the clouds
In their wild blooming hours.
Head up, drifting backwards,
Life is one
Long
Portrait of the Sky."

A message, subtle and ingrained
Like the newspaper illusions you
Have to twist and turn,
Cross your eyes to see,
The unmistakably situated self.
An image of me
Cut into stars and pasted on the floor,
A mosaic in a shade of grey,
One
Dry
Impression.
Adding a digit here
And a chunk there.

A scream
A howl
Could not blow away the leaves
That gather at my door.
A cut up like Allen Ginsburg inspired piece.
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tetrarchangel's avatar
Absolutely fantastic, capturing the urban desecration just as Ginsberg did, flowing and melodious. Congrats on the poet of the month.