They perform.
I drink
And think
Of Dowson’s grey dawn,
Of women and men,
And of how when
I die
Perchance, some of my
Poetry, may survive them,
And me.
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Fantasies
I have chased the chaste
Through nights of delight,
For we can be free
In our secret fantasy.
In my head
I have said
That which I ought
Not to have thought.
And in my dream
It often does seem
That fantasy
Becomes reality.
And in her head
What thoughts of bed
And fantasy
Has she?
For even the chaste
May, in secret fantasy
Relish the chase
And lover’s embrace.
Is it Just
Is it just
An antiquated rule
That keeps fools
Away from play?
I am dust,
As is she
Yet this lust
May not be
We All Disjoint
At some point
We all disjoint
And go below
To must
And dust.
Transhumanists may deny
That I
Must surely die.
Yet below
I must go.
The Rain Falls Hard
Rain falls hard
In the churchyard.
But those below
Do not know.
On another day
Some other may,
Passing me by,
Think as I.
With My Joyful Balloon
With my joyful balloon
I found the sky.
But find in middle-age
That the balloon soon
Deflates. And of late
My thoughts engage
With Raleigh’s stage.
(Note: the reference to “Raleigh’s stage” is to his poem “All the Worlds a Stage”, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMuWT1iLn3w
This Show
I know
This show
Must pass.
Each lass
Must go,
And lad also,
To graveyard plot
Where our hot
Lust turns to dust,
And poet’s rhyme
Is out of time.
Behind My Poetry
A secret desire
May poetry inspire.
As for me
I ofttimes see
Behind my lust
The eternal dust
Waiting for me.
Shadows and Rainbows
Shadows
In the rainy park.
Dark
With flashes of sunlight.
Rainbows
Come and go,
Capturing the delight
Of rain
In sunlight.