hope

FIRST BREATHE

Evading city fatigue, the all pervading bustle
To the air and the sea and the greenery
That is the dream that rises above the clouds
those dull rain-makers of nightful day

To gather thoughts anew, so fresh
To blether with a gentle soul mate
To laugh like Olympian gods in unison
at the bizarre foibles of men in ruins

This is breathing with each sadness
This is teasing out the hours
catching nettles as they pass
This is sitting on the sea bank
toying with a blade of grass

BREATHE 2

Stoating in the city as is the habit of clientele
Listening to the inner angst of spectacular natives
The vital statistics of a national nightmare

Honing in on the groundswell of discontent
catching snatches of barking broken hearts
Irate tirades over last evening's viewing

The diaspora of outcast and vagabond assertion
Taking the high ground in an empty dispute
Placing inner bets on the outcome of a non-event

This is the beautiful voice of suicidal despair
running away from its sordid conclusion
Dancing, forever wanton, but dancing !

LAST BREATHE

It is worth a passing mention
The political situation
Vertical structures of Power and Wealth

If there is something more absurd
It is the claim that this human nature

Most people are inclined towards horizontal positions:
From lying down to speaking freely
From sleeping rough to quilted bed.
For every corpse and lover's rest -
Equality in a real way is human nature's only test