niedziela, 23 września 2012

A Visit 2 (Land on hand)



Running on my sore feet again
Chasing  illusions and pain
With the river squirming to and fro
Tracing insights by Leonardo

Sometimes hammered, sometimes with a pure mind
Feeling stone walls as if I was blind
Can a city be ever-inviting
At the same time be alien and biting?

A great spider has crouched firm and proud
On the watercourse, to the dome, bowed
Poor Ophelia in her silent scream
Will not last till the age of steam

Running on my sore feet again
Chasing  illusions and pain
With the river squirming to and fro
Tracing insights by Leonardo

Round the city with the pubs so hoary
They could make for a gallery
Cunning Jack is still humming tunes
Yet, they're smothered by the car fumes

Waterloo sunsets, parks and gardens, cranes, sights
Darkening figures in their old rites
Jagged skyline will brush all mirages
People burdened with their own collages


Running on my sore feet again
Chasing  illusions and pain
With the river squirming to and fro
Tracing insights by Leonardo

And please, just don't pass me by as if I was some furnishing
It's so easy in this crowd to change a human into a thing



Running on my sore feet....


środa, 5 września 2012

My Trouble


(to my dog)



When you came into my life
You could walk only to the sides
Smelled like milk that has gone off
Soft like silk, with needle-like claws

Now that you have grown so old
Need my help so let me hold
You when climbing up the stairs
Wag your tail, be free from cares

Wag, wag - they say you're a hooligan
Wag, wag - and that you're not very smart
Wag, wag - I'd say you're the sweetest thing
Wag, wag - though not as quick as a dart
(in the uptake)

Though you teach us how to pass
I don't want it, let it last
Let us walk an endless stroll
Make up for what long time stole

Still a puppy in a fogey's flesh
First day memories are always fresh
When I sink deep in your eyes
Your love's clear with no disguise


Wag, wag - they say you're a hooligan
Wag, wag - and that you're not very smart
Wag, wag - I'd say you're the sweetest thing
Wag, wag - though not as quick as a dart
(in the uptake)

And be my trouble be my little trouble
My furry warm and stinky nubble

Wag, wag.....