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Old fellow poems
MUDROOROO
2011
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POEMS
ONE WISPS OF DELIGHTFUL DESIRE
TWO LIKE A HOLY MASS
THREE THE MIMI
FOUR LIKE TOO YOUNG
FIVE NIGHT
SIX SUICIDED
SEVEN LIFE IS LIKE A SAD LOVE SONG
EIGHT DOWN, DOWN IN THE WELL ALONG THE MAGIC ROAD
NINE CELEBRATION
TEN THE WESLEY MISSION
ELEVEN SCRUB
TWELVE DOING TIME STILL
THIRTEEN WATCHING THE CLOUDS DRIFT
FOURTEEN NOT MUCH, NOT MUCH AT ALL
FIFTEEN PAST TENSE
SIXTEEN WHEN
SEVENTEEN LIKE YOUNG
EIGHTEEN OLD FELLA POEM
NINETEEN DEBRIS
TWENTY PRESENT SIR
TWENTY ONE A BLANKNESS
TWENTY TWO OUTSIDER
TWENTY THREE I’M AN OLD BLOKE
TWENTY FOUR A SELLING POINT
TWENTY FIVE A LONG EMBRACE
TWENTY SIX BIRTHDAYS ARE FACED LIKE THIS
TWENTY EIGHT TEETH (AND THE DENTIST)
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TWENTY NINE THIS MIND
THIRTY HISTORY
THIRTY ONE PERIPHERY
THIRTY TWO HOW TO? –
THIRTY THREE ROLLING
THIRTY FOUR NOTHING SEEMS TO MATTER THEN
THIRTY FIVE SOME PEOPLE I DECLARE
THIRTY SIX THE ROCK
THIRTY SEVEN OLD AGE STRIKES THE NOMAD
THIRTY EIGHT SILLY
THIRTY NINE DO ANOTHER ONE
FORTY SLACK AND LAX
FORTY ONE DEATH ON THE INSTALLMENT PLAN
FORTY TWO THE WILD CAT FELL
FORTY THREE KEEP ON KEEPING ON
FORTY FOUR WHY WHATEVER SADNESS
FORTY FIVE DEATH
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ONE
WISPS OF DELIGHTFUL DESIRE
Yeah, I’ve lost it you know, lost it
Somewheres between Istanbul and Kathmandu
In some alley wet and waiting out the dawn
Coming creeping like some fretful nigger
Yeah you know how dark you get in your mind
When the sun radiates down despair
The wisps of morning shining shining through
The zoo had a nice toy train ride
I was a kid in Perth West Aussie
Where they put me down for speaking my mind
And I had to run like well, well, like
Charlie Parker handling a riff with vile
Nasty chords flung in a melody as they, well
Turkey in the straw days of my youth
Yeah turkey in the straw days of my youth
Tapping out jazz in the new cell block number nine
Where the boys us men played out a ragtime tune
Yeah, it was nice and sunny that time long ago
Too long ago now as the arthritis hits the low spots
I ache while I try to bring this damn thing to a close
Singing a song of purgatory in the afternoon
Ah yes wisps of desire a foghorn in the night
Uhuh sing a song of sixpence why don’t ya
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A pocket filled with slime, bones and moans
Four and twenty black cats whistling out a tune
Condemned for treason and awaiting the hanging
Oh yeah, for sure and when that cell was opened
Those birds sang a song of mountain air redemption
With icy snow peaks whitening their minds and just in time
I roll over and decide that it’s full all of yesterday’s bull
Yeah and so I close my mind to any racket from my brain
Not even letting a sigh in with its wisps of desire delight
And so it ends, and so it ends this silly song of no repose.
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TWO
LIKE A HOLY MASS
My life should have been lived like a holy mass
Graves piled high with dead men’s bones
Singing out a hymn to my immortalised soul
Bleeding, yes bleeding on that cross of Calvary
Who put me there, who strung me high – did anyone?
Not I said the doctor I only leeched him thrice
Nor I said the soldier I fired at his foot loose ways
No one hurt him, like a holy mass the law court
So innocent of acts of contrition for the perfect crime
Yes, it is true or false or just plain out of tune
His guitar playing wasn’t, well, extraordinary
His ashes filled a vase until we scattered them
A high flying plane banked and a fine mist fell
Where he said the earth touched the moon quaintly
Touched the moon in a soft caress lightly moaning
The fragile delight as in the holy mass on Easter morn.
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THREE
THE MIMI
For those, yes you, I’m talking to you brother
A mimi is a spirit tall and thin and grave sticklike
Black of course perhaps close to all that’s true
Ask me how I know and I must tell you how and why
In the darkness of the night in the closeness of my death
I am old and sick and thinking less of life these days
I awoke stared at those stick figures surrounding my bed
Yes they were mimi regarding me not unkindly
Still I actually shuddered thinking what is this
I didn’t come to this land to die, for sure not for me
Beyond in the snowy mountains of my wishes
My ash scatters in the wind blowing from nearby Everest
Yes, a mist scattering me across the mountains nigh on Kailash
So I thought but thoughts are deceiving man so true
The mimi were there grave eyes staring gravely down at me
So that I wondered if I had come returned just for them
To my homeland, my land to be put to rest in peace, amen
Yes I thought but what do we know of peace and happiness
In the dark night of a soul so lost to where the mimi live.
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FOUR
LIKE TOO YOUNG
Difficult not easy too easy to be afraid of nothing much
Except the slights of fancy meeting you after all these years
I was born in a town of not much going for it, hot though
In the West Aussie morning it was cold too on our bare feet
I saw frost, not there but in a place called Narogin, better still
And there was this bridge across the railway tracks, yeah,
And this stuff was caked on it, white frost on wood, cold,
Yeah on our hands, but it was layered all over the gray planks
In that cold morning long time ago now never alone though
I am always with you sister Shirley, greet you with love
Cold mornings and two brown bodies wrestling for the warmth
Another day dawning, yes, imploring us to be good, be good, kids
Or be taken away forever and they took us for being too bad for that town
Yeah and I suppose we were but we had to grow go and see the world
Yeah, so amen to those old times that can never come again memories lost
And so am I in this city that isn’t my home still not alone, brown skin ah
I love the feel of warm soft brown skin memories always of my sister,
Shirley.
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FIVE
NIGHT
Painful the body, no dice the sleep, still awake
Wishing and a hoping for a spark of love
Incandescent the fires of my mind stutter
Growing as dim as dog’s saliva barking
I wish yes that I could rise beyond my death
White and morbid King Kong’s armies mope
Yes fire is but the burning of sacked cities
The body bereft of passion enduring the heat
On Ganga’s sullen polluted perspiring shores
The flicker licks at the smelly unsatisfied corpse.
I am remembering that my death was not sudden
I lingered on after the ball had ended in whispers
As the debutantes forsook their lovely clothes for the wake
Where their mummies cried out as the gin flowed to flame
The wooden pole blazing up in a sudden flare blue fire
Who’s sorry now even though having done my time
My release date has turned to ashes and tears of remorse
As I float away on the Milky Way stream of heaven’s hope.
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SIX
SUICIDED
No More Games.
No More Bombs.
No More Walking.
No More Fun.
No More Swimming.
67.
That is 17 years past 50.
17 more than I needed or wanted.
Boring. I am always bitchy.
No Fun – for anybody.
67.
You are getting Greedy.
Act your old age.
Relax – This won’t hurt!
Yes, Hunter I agree
It hurts it hurts indeed
To reach beyond your need to live
To be hateful, to be not what you want
72
This old man is not yearning for life
73
My God I ache and I am bitchy too
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This Life is too long too trite and not yet over
Live fast die young and don’t forget to enjoy
Leave the aging to the squares
Not Jack Kerouac, not Hunter Thompson
But what has happened to me
I live out the remainder of their days
It hurts, but come on soon
It won’t hurt soon no more
Goodbye to all that
Mudrooroo Hunter Jack Allen how many gone now
Goodbye I’ve had my time ill-luck to live on
When we am finished with this earth
And yet I breathe, still breathe, Oh God.
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SEVEN
LIFE IS LIKE A SAD LOVE SONG
Yeah, life, well, sad dreams of love
Gone awry in the butcher’s shop of desire
Dirty thoughts lying in the gutter of lust
Yeah, been there, done that and that, yeah that
Those things we all feel ashamed about in the morning
Too much booze and, well, life is like a sad love song
You know it is that sweet feeling of the night before
That sad feeling of why bother so much the night after
Watching the feelings, feeling the weariness coming down
The frown creasing it stopped on my dial
My mouth turned down and lined my chin
Yeah, because life is like a sad love song
Oh, swing it sweet and low deep in the blues
Yeah, life is like a sad love song old and discordant
With it’s all gone and there’s not much coming
My way ever again, except the hearse and the grave.
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EIGHT
Down, Down in the Well along the Magic RoadYeah, you know I can hardly walk these days
No running just a sort of tottering towards oblivion
Yeah, but once I could race away as fast as a stolen car
Right across the Nullabor, yeah a gas ride for sure
My Hudson was this great big Plymouth owned by my bird
Riding west from Melbourne, westering on from Adelaide
The flat land, the long beaches of the roadside sweltering
Down along the deep falling down into the southern ocean
Just falling down without a smile for the earth and the cliffs
Unable to find a simile for the land for the cold ocean just there
With my hand on her knee and my thoughts entire, oh yeah
No sea, no land, just the sun straight into my motherfucking eyes
Absolutely a bedazzlement of the senses, King Kong great ape mind
Fancying that God was there as well as home, oh yeah home
On the ranges of my silly thought feeling just as the ride hung
Piss stop and out into a toilet block an artefact beside the way
And all decorated, you know those signs: Kill All Coons
Just for being, well, home is where the heart aches
Yeah, like a cancer, well, like an ulcer in my stomach
No make believe, no love or welcome just laconic words
Pain knocking away any daydreams of home nightmaring
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Oh, but then a mountain rises dangerous with renewed love
No flat land without a simile, no cold sea green and livid
No just the rising and splitting open to birth a new hope
Away from too many goodbyes and drinking so longs
Yes, and I can face my death as an eternal home tomorrow.
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NINE
CELEBRATION
Celebrate my life you cats and chicks
Celebrate my life you blacks and hicks
Been there and done that and the other thing
Been there and taught my baby to swing
Ho ho and a hidey hidey ho
Held the wheel and went a thousand miles
Held the wheel and went two thousand miles
Reached my fate and drove right back but not to you
Away on a ship of fools to make the Indian shores
Oh yeah, oh yeah the Indian shores sweating like a crime
Gone wrong and you huddle waiting for the arrest to come
Sing a song of Kathmandu, sing a song of Kathmandu
Double the line and don’t let it hang down down
In broken discarded rhymes and reasons
Oh let it be or flow on into other places
Other scenes of lost loves and little bitty tunes
That keep on popping up I told you so and so
Yeah, the telling was in the taking
The taking in the telling long time Wildcat now
Long hip lines stretching on and far out, black
Into Californian jungles of howling a hard row
Yes indeed, my friends, but I survived the punishment
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Yeah when they hung me on a cross and called me antichrist
Oh when they strung me high saying you ain’t him
Then lit my mother and had me burning white
Oh yeah, with blonde streaks in my hair
And a sighing from Sam the Man boy
Aping me his better as he plays a soulful tune
Then sells my old guitar to make it south to Aussie land
Where he sings a glad song in an Aussie band rocking sad
Oh let us be merry, be merry, oh gentleman please
I’m stuck in the crater hollowed out and forlorn
I make the glitter I make the sound, even the cross
Just another thief they have to hang to die, to die
Perchance to dream Yama on his black buffalo ho
Yeah the saints are going home, flying up and away
With an amen in their minds, yeah halleluiah brother
Yeah all is lost as we end on a g minor chord of sad farewell.
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TEN
THE WESLEY MISSION
Don’t expect much from me with too many aches and pains
There’s one in the pit of my stomach from drinking too much grog
Cooling the burning curries that I loved so long ago
Hey, yeah sometimes I talk a bit babble out from my mind
Curse the villains and the crooks from the pain in my heart
Guess you can call it a heart attack from me to you in scorn
Oh yeah and the weakness of my balls don’t dig chicks no more
Don’t even like similes or metaphors of the flood going down
My hands are gnarled and twisted from the gummy stuff
I used to mix the sunshine of my smile, uhuh, country son
Now nothing left except the sudden sweats on my brains, my mind
This tablet for that, another God knows what the pills are for, uhuh
Yeah a grave will hold this body down pretty soon no doubt
The good times have all rolled along just to reach this hole, no sky
Watch it a rising star beyond the earth one night, yeah too right
For no hole can hold my body down smoke will float me up there
To those good friends I promised to share some good stuff with, indeed
So amen bud and watch out for the spikes of my tears raining down
Because I’m going down then rising up and up to where I belong, too right!
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ELEVEN
SCRUB
You know some people find the bush enchanting
It’s made of the stuff of their dreams, like wow
They walk along a roadside watch the crows squawk up a tree
Long time gone now, long time gone from that scrub
Away from the mind, never mine, silky city thighs in the broad
daylight
Oh yeah, born in the scrub, lost in the scrub, through with the scrub
Dry as my dead man’s bones, dry as my weeping willow eyes
Oh yeah, no miracles of flowing water, a dry road
A dry track and dry people in a dry land, oh yeah
Too much water makes the angels sing God’s tune
Too little water turns the voice into the croak of my devils within
Without moisture the sun setting scarlet on the land
Too hot for comfort, too bright for soaring eyes
One day I’ll think and it won’t be there, no scrub
Not even a little patch in my mind gone dry of life
Finish off: London Bridge is falling down, falling down
Whenever and I end far away from that scrub I loved.
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TWELVE
DOING TIME STILL
For Charles Manson
Old man aching in his bones nowhere to go
Old man once upon a time had a life of a sorts
Well it was the time you know the times
When an ex-con with street smarts could, well, have a life
Familiar ain’t it, but how long can you last
Prying eyes and prying minds just add a murder or a few
No blood on your hands, it’s on the moon in June
And silly girls and boys with awful notions of revenge
Still, you do the crime and you do the time, crazy ain’t it
No way no blood just abeing there with scary eyes
Funny story so familiar just don’t get in their way
No family, no friends, no working nine to five
Oh yeah and now you’ve passed your use by date, too old
Too silly in the mind no regards for their fateful games
When they took you one day and put you face down in a cell
Kept you there until your mind was putty, not for their fingers
No way, no way, still they play these silly games of fate
Not knowing how hard it is to get a bed and three squares
Yeah when you’re an old old lag best keep inside
Nice warm downright cozy and they don’t laugh when you walk by
Uhuh, that’s respect and you’ll have it until you’re dead and gone
Away to that burning hell you may deserve for being you, Charlie.
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THIRTEEN
WATCHING THE CLOUDS DRIFT
The sky is, well, like a toy balloon puffed up with snowflakes
The earth, well, is something I used to write about then, yes
Long ago now, how time vanishes into the aches of old age
The suffering of, yes then, yes when, well, it was like that
Yes, the mind is bleeding dry a withered wreath, oh yeah
On the graves of those times I thought I lived in youthful sprats
Essaying to snarl, poised on the cusp of father, dear father whoever
I never knew you, but now I’m like you too old, too ailing, too dying
And soon dead lying on the ground staring up and away and down
At those clouds puffing up and breaking open my heart imaged
In that once I lay with you on this green earth and put you in a poem
Once, yes once, I dreamt that I was different as we made the trail together
Once, no more onces, I’ve alone, over and over and over , done with
Into the open grave I fall staring up at the moon smashing down
Breaking my face that has lost the ability of seeing too much too late
And simply grown gray old no more even dreaming of the past
And as for the morrow, what’s that my friend when you’re dead!
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FOURTEEN
NOT MUCH, NOT MUCH AT ALL
Oldness creeps on with itching fingers questing guessing
It’s there from the medicine I take to keep on keeping on
Why, I don’t know I’m just this itching on my wrist, yes
Now on the side of my hand, just this itching, both hands
Now it blooms in blossoms rare just twitching making out
That being here is all there is in this this - what universe
What multiplex what hope for the future, just death
Away from this itching now at the back of my neck, no pain
Just this, this constant shifting scratching, the door of death
Now at my ribs itching, just itching to get in and lay me low
Deep down so that when it goes I go too forever, yeah
An aged life is this, no hope except cessation, yes cessation
From this itching life, this constant itching, too much, scratch it out.
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FIFTEEN
PAST TENSE
I have moved beyond seventy, what a difference a year makes
I have grown too old, as bald as a Dixieland jazz tune, Fats Waller
I have become ancient, neither a mariner nor a ballad to remember
Once I ran from merry land to Fat Fanny, now I stumble aimlessly
Once I thought, ah yes, forget, what was I going to write, uhuh
Oh yeah, in the sk y there’s a turtle flying, hard-shelled and tiny legs
No, once I clutched mythologies and even played the guitar
Rock on baby, now ready to lay my burden down groaning
Peaceniks whisper to me that there ain’t no arrest at all, imprisoned
The twists of my restless nights evade the sleepiness of tousled heads
Too long, far too long, no rest for the dreary I ponder bad dreams
My mind is a snake writhing across the landscape of wakefulness
Dragons slither and fight and evade the stings of outrageous collisions
As the pebbles in my mattress groan at another turning into a dawn
And I sigh as I ready to wander through the day bleak and painful.
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SIXTEEN
WHEN
Oh no, not again that silly flight into the past, crazy man
Was life the blessed thing I decided it to be, once
Rose petals falling down on my parade, don’t knock it
I can hardly walk these days, my heels stab spikes
So let it be in this cold afternoon of lost desire, hang loose
Let there be, think once again no pain in my thighs, hah
Let there be no aching where the cancer it is eating, oh no
I dream of Jeanne with the light brown hair, better believe it
There truly was one true, so don’t piss on my past, oh no
I had a girl, I had a few but the future, no, it blights, it bites
And I dream of other times and what nightmares, oh yeah
Down in the valley wails a prison song, a prisoner once I was
But I was younger then, wasn’t I and life was what?
Well worth the doing, worth the punishment, maybe I guess
So let it be, I’ve done my time and now I’m old, too old
For kicks in that red dress I loved too much, so long ago ago.
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SEVENTEEN
LIKE YOUNG
I know that I’m not like young when my bladder leaks at night
I know I’m not like young when my lines stretch out moaning
I know I’m not like young when Chuck Berry sings a sad 85
Years of lonely tunes, of when you and I were young Maggie
Just reeling not a rocking, the sun is down, down, down, sunset
The night is flowing but not with wine, no memories, no oh no
Yes Gerry Mulligan, ancient and old muffs a chord change
Oh God, you we, you I have to keep on keeping on, all gone
No flash, no energy just old age smoking hash, Lebanon
No, like old missing the times, mixing the years, what ho
Remember, no, Lord Byron and school days so far, gone
No, in front of me lies the grave a dark figure beckons
Yes, I walk to him, keeping my cool, well, like young.
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EIGHTEEN
OLD FELLA POEM
Time, time, time gentleman, you’ve lost touch with your senses
You used to swing the swing, walk the walk, talk the talk
Now stumbling, tripping, tottering towards, well, kingdom come
You went there did that and now there’s nowhere to go or play
My feet ache, I’m short of breath, I dribble and I fiddle
Oh me oh my watch out, half blind all is gray shades
Of, well, we came, we saw we went and grew ancient, too old
Too befuddled to even imagine an attempt at dance of delight
We hardly notice the flowers growing and the seeds decaying
Yes, yes, all is just about lost as the ship of fools arrives
To stun me into a vacancy of, well, a silly old clown with, with
Mustard on his whiskers voicing too many mutterings of defeat
Yes, I tell you it’s so I’m close to death, the dark cloud
Yama’s buffalo waits for me to step on or into or run away from
Whichever, I can’t escape, I am alone and I shall die alone this night
Or the next, sometime sooner rather than later, a long goodbye
Too short for tears, a few groans and I fall into the blackness
No nothing to be seen, not even darkness all dim and gray
To this old fellow, this bag of bones, this bleak Beckett mind.
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NINETEEN
DEBRIS
Thoughts the locomotion of desire turned rancid, poor
Old and alone, settling into senile fancies, free of guile
I don’t think that I am lonely, filled with disbelief, yes
I seek the phantoms of a past, no, fancies, dementia
What, when, where, aged bugles blow nose dripping
Silly me, I can feel my mind deflating, you know
What inflates is the belly of my spirit writhing
Burp, blurp, blurp the blimp from mind spaced out
Cross cutting the rafters seeking a Burrough’s sound check
Nothing heard hanging together, some things fall apart
The earth is a junky laid low with the tremulous sighs
Life, Moby Dick is not a splash to conjure delight, smile
Awhile sitting on this park bench and yammering away
Talking, chatting, no one’s there not even me, lost
I could tell you a thing or two, but I forget the third
Maybe the fourth, I don’t know, sun warmth sweetish
Why are they staring this old man, he plays one, what
Eh what, is something wrong, not with me, tottering
Swaying not knowing where to go, panic haste waste
Yes, action, no be as calm as the dying day corpse
I manage a dignified scrawl as I stagger away, slowly
Age weary bones and brain and where’s my grave
Oh ho, oh no, single tracked minded of the aged gone demented
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And they take my arm and I forget my self reasoning
They will guide me to whatever destination they aim for
A home of a sorts, a slow smile dribbling on my chin alas.
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TWENTY
PRESENT SIR
Flung into the present denied a past the sun sinks
No one to bluff, they write me as they think I am
I am owned, dissected and foolish me I can’t comment
They know me, my past, I can only claim an eternal present
I walk as a lie, put there by rejuvenated outcasts coming in
Yes, yes indeed I am denied myself, they know me falsetto
I walk alone, deterred from mixing with my unkind kin.
No more shall I mate or make with those I considered fine
No, indeed no ore in the mine, no water in the well
No handshake or eyesight for this refugee of the spirit
Remaking myself, leaving out entire words and sentences
I know better now, present I don’t want to be with you
Maybe Bob Dylan, maybe His Holiness Karmapa, love
Let the lights flicker out, let the rituals be unperformed
Let me be as I am which does not include you he, shit
The washing machine cleans my stinking act of unrepentance
Yes, I have nothing to forgive or give you not even a sad wink
From old eyes half blind peering only into misty death
Hey ho the wind and the rain and a hey nonny nonny hey
This is the place where the sigh fades airless the world ahead
There are no words, no despairs, no cravings from a self denied.
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TWENTY ONE
A BLANKNESS
A vacuity as unpopulated as the land in Cuballing
Neither spirit nor book, newspaper or news report
The wireless beamed in Smoky Dawson and what else
The Lone Ranger and Tonto; The Shadow and such like
Whatever came came; whatever went went away
To other places, the capital city of Perth so far for one
But where I was born was only blankness, vacuity, nothing
I had no reason to exist, no father to call my own, nothing
Yet in old age they judge me by my absent dad, by nothing
Judge me on the scale of their imagined morality, by nothing
A Senate committee marked my school morality as immorality
As a place of cruelty and sexual perversion, ho, yes, nothing
Mark it well, don’t worry I am not accusing now, I’m nothing
Too old, too decrepit the sun still shines on, well, on nothing
And all I do is sit letting my thoughts run clear on nothing
Freeing from their truths and logical traps, yes indeed nothing
A clown in my dotage unentire, simply nothing like Cuballing.
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TWENTY TWO
OUTSIDER
You better believe it, you better believe it, outsider
Outside where the desert blooms but no roses flow
You have to believe, he wasn’t really you know, yes
We helped him to glow, a gentle boy, vicious, yes
You better believe it, they wrote a book in detail
His sins, his lies, his prevarications whatever, forever
He was like that, really, old and lonely, sad and lost
Willfully searching for the holy grail in a pipe full of hash
You better believe, drunk or high, doubtful tense, yes
Quivering and moaning, shitty is not a simile, no why
You better believe it yes slumming him inducing a truth
A limping walk to go with his stuttering voice, known
An unromantic woven net of ill-hid desire, unkempt
You better believe straight from the mouths of his wives
Sighing, implying, what a risk to his sister’s truth, yes
You better believe it, a Burrough’s cutout meaningless his soul
Pretentious, a gesture of contempt, a hip sneering
To the slight movements of dust powdering his mind
Indeed, senile, a belief in the supernatural drove him on
And away from my door, he was dying to be heard, not alive
He stank from the vapours of the grave, indeed, yes, he stank
You better believe it, or disbelieve it, what matter, he’s gone now.
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TWENTY THREE
I’M AN OLD BLOKE
I’m an old bloke, kind of lifeless, frail and fading, fast or slow
Ain’t got no secrets to hide or even scold, not a mite left at all
My mind is incense in the morning vacant by the afternoon
Far gone in the evening fully awake to the nighttime gloom
All the windows tightly closed, the door barred, locked
Though I ain’t got a thing left to lose, lost it all a while ago
I potter about but my sight is fading fast enough to stumble
I feel like a jackass one that dropped too many a load, yeah
I’ve peaked and overpeaked and even been bashed, senseless
Yeah, my voice is left to howl at the moon, bloody red indeed
Don’t let the f lying saucers come to give me a sense of mystery
Where I’ll soon be going ain’t no sign of birds and bees, indeed
Just a smoking and a whispering, no secrets anymore, I hit the weed
And lost the calling, somewhere beyond my last sprawling nosedive
Into a hell that didn’t keep the home fires burning, so what home?
I’ve seen a lot, been to the zoo and saw the critters there, yeah
That’s something buddy when you feel that life’s too blue, for sure
So no secrets anymore they’re all been told, sold and explored, yeah
A convict boy I grew to manhood fingering my scabby scars, so bloody
what!
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TWENTY FOUR
A SELLING POINT
Yes, I decided that I was ready to sell myself at any price
What use of principles and points of order, morality indeed
The first bidder could have me body and soul or simply soul
But I waited and waited beyond the used and abused date
Not worth a cent, not worth even a hindrance or a sigh indeed
The literary stakes were overfilled no place for an old brumby
Nackered, worms in the stomach and his knees long gone
His hooves all cracked and his teeth all gnawed down stumps oh
No use for the brumby, too tough for pet food, too weak for work
Let him forage as best he can, no price for such a thing indeed
Drive him away from the watering hole far from the broadening light
Let him lurk in the scrub, maybe a quick shot to the head one day
Blam, end him without a qualm, he’s lost what utility he once had, yes
Not even worth a place in the history books even as a symbolic freak
A wild wild horse seeking to price himself into the domestic market
Oh yeah, oh yeah, sing a song of the poor pony not worth his hay,
play
A tune of lost horizons of what once was a fine steed of grace,
no way!
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TWENTY FIVE
A LONG EMBRACE
Ho body how long have we been together
Through warm nights and stormy weather
Raindrops and just sleeping in the park
Ho yeah sharing a flagon, stumbling on the run
So, yes, long long time snake thighs twisting
Paining, hurting, aching to be free and away
Yes, I know you and you know me and together
Too long, too slow, now one day to be parted soon
I feel you, no you made me feel you, I’m not you
Your dimming eyes, your aching feet and legs
Your slow walk towards the gallows, your neck
Already I am moving away from yours truly
Your hands, your fingers, your sighs, your pills
Drugs just to make you well or numb, not me
Sad but true, we are wrenching apart, body, yes
I am separating to gaze down at you, dead meat.
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TWENTY SIX
BIRTHDAYS ARE FACED LIKE THIS
An aging sod there’s no room for another birthday, another sign
Marking out the road taken and how short the way ahead, so close
But what goal, what indeed, but less of the same, no more, too much
The aching feet, the groin hurting, my God is it the cancer returning
No, no, no, when did I use it or lose the taste for sweet love, gone gone
I never even wonder, watching the girls go by, nice too young, too far
Happy birthday, what a song of sixpence, beg for it too many times
Whatever plot there was, lost the thread, the dialogue, sweet nothings
No birthday cake, no presents, no company perhaps a ghost, past times
Recalling gaiety, friends, a full glass, joyful faces no more, enough
The present lacks a memory of - the pain strikes at the heart, oh me
What can I do, just wait, wait, just let it, him, Yama come one day
No happy birthday, just a moaning from my aged spirit, too old
Far too old to dream of anything but the cessation of me, my body
And in the nighttime gloom I ponder the lack of sleep, sad thoughts
Of this my day, but hey happy birthday to me, I’ve come this far
So hats off to me and sing a happy birthday tune, yes, yes
Forget the gloom it could be my last, this gloomy birthday
It could be the last one too true for sure, mate, too true.
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TWENTY SEVEN
NO BODY CAN HOLD ME Am I this body, this aching thing surrounding me
Am I really these pains and hurts and wheezing lungs
This aching in the groin, this resurgence of cancer
Tissues out of control, but whose control, not mine
This body did its own things without a yes from me
Revolted when I sought control and pissed whenever
I was drunk enough to let it wet my bed, yes indeed
Could I ever order it around, make it mine, oh no
It grew it matured, waxed fine and decayed without
Any urging from me, it used my mind for its needs
Laughed and cried and even did the jitterbug, oh yeah
It had its fun while I watched somewhat amused, sad
Now it is old, fragile, can’t even walk straight, almost gone
Now no body can hold me down, no grave to call my own
Soon it will die and I will feel the last touch of its flesh
So long body, so long as I fly away from your cold cocoon.
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TWENTY EIGHT
TEETH (AND THE DENTIST)
Doctor and dentist and all inbetween when you’re old they always to be seen
Too many times for diminishing, one and two and three and out they come
The teeth that is, how many gone how many left does it matter in the gloom
Yes, I’m almost at the end of my teeth, my gums will cave in next indeed
I have abscesses and holes and craters and need an opo and a nyd whatever
I don’t understand a thing, but I can watch my teeth in x-ray on the T.V.
Frightful diseased stumps that make me shudder and say the doctor’s worse
Not much left of time of body of nerves can I make it through the night tonight
I feel glum, I feel even smug that soon I will never be as I am now disheartened
Too many things wrong, teeth falling out and splintering and decaying
Too much, no part of this disintegrating body of mine, feels me, no, no
How can it be, I never saw or even knew those abscesses, felt a little painBut they existed in my mouth and I could tongue them into hurt sometimes
Sad or blue I sweat sticky from my medication, I even pain ache a lot too
From my illnesses, from my imagination, from Yama standing there close
Death’s door is creaking open as in a silly frightful movie, creepy, yes
But to me the whole thing is happening, this death that I sometimes yearn.
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TWENTY NINE
THIS MIND
I don’t know, I can’t think about it, somehow, somewhere
Maybe about here, or there, perhaps just about now
Or was it yesterday, I can’t recall, a huge ship, a vessel
Of some awesome description held me fastened in chains
Yes I believed it though they insisted otherwise, why, well
I can’t remember except, did they order me to forget when, yes
Yes I believe that they surely did, at loggerheads with the world
I attempted to write a foregone collusion to my life, I surely did
And believe me, if you will, it took some doing, a coward always
I slipped away into that foregone collusion with the night time lost
In a hurricane of despair as I sought to topple the - I don’t know
This mind, it imagines things, it does I don’t, not a thing entire
It thinks, it tells me things, I harken then dream away far way
When I am not here, will it think, will it ponder about this subject
It formed its thoughts entire to create a possum running
Up the tree and down the tree and across the road, squashed
A smear of skin and flesh and bone and thought I’m dead, dead
Yes dead to the dreams of this mind entirely beyond its thoughts
Its feelings, its objects, its desires, caterwauling and complaints
Yes indeed I have done with it never ever shall it be me again ever.
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THIRTY
HISTORY
I guess, I guess, I guess life is like a saxophone solo
Why not a tangling guitar, a hotrod automobile, yes
A sleeping old man dreaming everything as all sorts of kitsch
This that, the faded sepia photographs of sentimental times
Oh let it be, a good night’s sleep is hard to find these days
It comes in little winks and sorts of nodding off, yeah often
So where has all the good nights gone away to be blinded
Light and rosy, I don’t know a darn thing these times ever
It’s all out of kilter discordant trumpet wailing sex lost
Yes souls seeking for the road that leads to where it ends
All there, all entire, all finished without a damn goodbye
I’ve lost my marbles and we used to call them dooks, ho
History, life its all too kitschy, history, lost times, old times
Faded times, did they happen or did not no matter indeed no
What more to say to write, yes, the thudding bass is my heart
Is these words bouncing in ragtime along from A to D flat
Yeah, d is for death is for dying is for no more, nothing at all
No regrets, I’ve lost the thread and needle of any desire for life.
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THIRTY ONE
PERIPHERY
Never ever being centred neither here nor there
Neither a stay at home nor a hopeless wanderer
All my days they have declared me wrong never right
Indeed I hesitated to step into their world, the invitation came
I never ever wanted to be them or theirs, bow-bow-wow
Never a fool they wanted me to be this or that, I said why not
It’s their lies and if the bed is bent how to lie straight indeed
What minds they derived to torture me in Christ’s name. ho yes
Thirty pieces of silver was never the going rate, better led than dead
Oh yeah such times that rhyme with slime and miming out what else
But the seasons of their gloom and despair at Colin always late
Never early enough to please them and their wiles and styles
I drank the blood of the hopeless and the inflicted and took on their burden
I saw how we were treated and essayed to make right the rhyme and reason
No, don’t believe of his mongrel kind, he’s neither this nor that, for sure
The pleasure of their words merely aping my going back to the periphery
Where I hung out with clowns and danced the fanciful steps there
Where they know how to live, but the life is short or turgid so I escaped
Into the mind of a monkey man who laughed and told good jokes indeed
He was a masterful villain who could survive beyond their scornful taunts
And outright words of hate and lost weekends of the drunken kind, oh yes
Don’t laugh, don’t cry, don’t ever seek to be understood misunderstood
Find a sanctuary and learn to say your prayers out loud, try forgiveness.
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THIRTY TWO
HOW TO? –
How to laugh, how to smile, how to – well damn it
To hell and back a little way towards my childhood
Ho, I dream too much, too many sounds lost wails
Yes, I hurt in this my aging, my pain, my suffering
It is my lot of old whine to drink to vomit out, up
Yes I can’t even remember all of it or none of it, be
The honey of bees dripping in the hive of delight, so
What do I mean, this is all I can say, now voice sighs
Oh yeah, indeed, gruff and rough and sad with phlegm
At first a running, a jumping, a standing still entirely
I photographed well until I lost my knees, ankles
And staggered rather than walked, joyless, oh yes
Just an old man in an old suit park benching, oh yes
The sun shining, the mosquitoes breaking into song
Their screaming erupting into my brain like thoughts
I couldn’t follow their meanings, gaps and rappings
Yes rap rap rapping on the cranium of my skull
I give a laugh, a sudden flicker of a magpie there, yes
The tall gum tree has fewer teeth than I mouthless, lacking
The order of speech comes out as a whimper of decay, yes,
In this the twilight of my years, I wear a loose skin, shoeless
And a speckled coat to keep the lies from falling out down
Into the stream of consciousness that finds no feckless hero
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Just an old man in an old time ready for the old deed, yes
So amen now and don’t forget the cherry trees are blooming
With no thought of the morrow of not being here or absent.
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THIRTY THREE
ROLLING
I been thinking you know, not exactly thinking it came to me
It lingered on and on as the pain in my feet endured on and on, yes,
Well it was there aching and I knew there were chairs for standing
And scooters for riding about when the legs have gone away
Down somewhere or well, why beat about the shrubbery too much
I know, I mean I can see me rolling along the road, yes along
The pavement from ditch to ditch, from witch to witch watch out
Wherever my feet are going I’m going and the pain it takes me along
To regions where I roll about on wheels, yes, feet are outmoded
For old fellows, yep, a soft chair on a scooter around the kitchen
The bedroom, well one room is every bloke’s delight, ain’t it, surely
And inside I can roll along sideways, how to show you like this
You know just rolling then pulling myself up by straps for scraps
I like it, I’ve had enough of feet or rather they have had enough of me
My walking, well it’s a totter these days, I need to wheel along
Look out old lady, old bloke, mate, here I come scootering, hey
Yeah no worries anymore, paracetamol for lingering painful aches
Some tranks for the mind sadness and a drop to wet the gumdrops
Hey, and my own hearse a last drive straight to the cemetery.
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THIRTY FOUR
NOTHING SEEMS TO MATTER THEN
When I feel that I am close to death nothing matters but death
However I seek to evade, he is there, Yama on his black buffalo
He is my reality, though he still hugs the shadows, the darkness
Blending into what waits for me, will be mine, more real, yes
More real than this body, this mind, these thoughts, words, yes
To be old is to be like the man facing his executioner, yes
The axe will fall, the trapdoor springs, the shot fires, reality
There is no rhyme, no reason, no miracle to summon,
As the seasons change, as autumn is followed by winter
So life is followed by death, it has no hard meaning,
Birth, life and death, meaningless in their absurd reality
No screaming, no shouting, no hiding, the old can only wait
The buffalo plods nearer, the red eyes gleam out to summon
I must go, no matter the mythology, I must go out from life
This is what happens my friends, the reality of it all, death!
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THIRTY FIVE
SOME PEOPLE I DECLARE
You know some people are sad cases, nothing much
Yes nothing much they declare, too often when nothing
To me happens to be something though it’s nothing of course
I’m talking about my tooth, a lower left molar, strong, no
What I thought was strength was weakness, it broke,
Well a piece of it I spat it out, sort of stained, rotten
Dark and nasty, ready just waiting for the dentist to pull
Nothing much, there’s that nothing much again though, yes
It definitely is something, though not pain not much pain, no
Yes not much pain at all though my old body trembled, trembled
As if it was saying goodbye to a friend, it came out sadly protesting
Again it sacrificed a piece then gave up and all the rest popped out
His word, but he didn’t even show to me, that old tooth so long a mate
No, just bite on the gauze and leave it in for an hour, make it two
Nothing much you say, nothing much, this loss of a piece of me
Nothing much, but there’s a great hole where it used to live
And I tongue that nothing and wonder about the rest of me.
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THIRTY SIX
THE ROCK
A rock, a small stone, a tiny boulder if you will
Lies inert, unconscious, just a pebble on a beach
For a year, a hundred years, perhaps a thousand
Never ever moving, never ever contemplating a shift
In position, in place, in derision, yes, indeed
Sitting on my park bench groggy from the sun
I desire to be that rock, that stone, that tiny boulder if you will
Just being, just lying there not even thinking to move, yes
This is my want, my need, my prayer as I sit there feeling
An ache beginning in my feet, knowing that it is time
To rouse myself to hobble to the dentist or the doctor
My appointment has been made, they lie in wait
I have to go unlike that rock that stone etc.
I must move, I must continue on and on and on
It is how things were ordered or disordered in this cosmos
Necessary bad dreams and even worse night mares
Of flashing strengths and terrible weaknesses.
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THIRTY SEVEN
OLD AGE STRIKES THE NOMAD
Old age strikes the nomad he can’t run, escape, hide
He was great at not being there when required, far away
In the jungles of this world of his mind, enjoying being
Here, there and just about everywhere, oh yeah, yeah
A swinging Tarzan seeking out the janes that lingered
Awhile to find out that he was long gone, like, well, like
A turkey through the brush, a jet plane crashing down
Something like that, whichever, I’ve crashed, sure
In lots of places I can’t even pronounce you know
Some were great drinking holes or smoking or wenching,
Too right, mate, too tight, I don’t kid maybe a little
Whatever, now it’s all gone, perhaps I need a shrink
I’m doing it a bit hard, this old age thing ain’t no f un
Whatever happened to growing old gracefully, yeah
I ain’t no dame though I did have it off with Grace
And I could dance, could sing, could run for miles
Now all that gone, like a turkey through the brush
A bush turkey strutting his stuff, no longer though
Now he totters, now he needs a stick to hobble along
Where has it all gone, who took it, old, old, old, yes
Decrepit, the image fallen away and I sigh alone all gone
My teeth have gone, my knees have gone, eyesight too
The nomad’s stuck, only one last place left for me, the grave.
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THIRTY EIGHT
SILLY
I find you silly in the morning in your running shoes, sweaty too
I find you silly at midday your suit as wrinkled as your frown
I find myself just as silly in my efforts to play the clown
I find the roads too steep, the pavements too deserted for a child
The bicycles too intimidating for a mind falling into reveries
The clouds drift by in a sky of blue intent to murder slavery
I wonder why they don’t merge, fog the earth and slow it down
The cars rush by in spaced out lines, single people clutching each
A telephone ringing out their solitude unheard and unanswered, yes
All things do not seem to be me perhaps they are you, yes, indeed
You make them keep them, while I just wander wondering feeling mean
Without a single thank you for the smoothness of my steps, for sure
Without a single thank you for the life you construct about me, yes,
No worries, no criticism indeed, I let the times move me along
Smoothly and softly their ideas do the planning, the walking, solicitude
For soon I shall be gone and the world shall roll on entirely without me.
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THIRTY NINE
DO ANOTHER ONE
I read a poem, I must write another one, again and again
Seeking for just the right touch, tone and that certain something
No reason or words, but a distant sound of drumming beyond the river
Oh let me find it that thudding, that gentle thudding of the heart gone mad
Bad playing with a girl wearing a plaid skirt, just being, maybe me
In the gone afternoon of certain sights and looks and hey, hey it’s Saturday
Yes, oh look out, there’s more to the styles of my life fit right beside you
I ponder, no wonder where the magic went on that day I played with you
A horn solo of swift delight as we rolled another one and just laughed, yeah
Just laughed the afternoon away into the dawning when we yawned and
smiled
Quite worn out we declared that this was how it was to be alive, yes Jenny
The good times, I remember them well when you were fit and young enough
To move mountains and look beneath for magic mushrooms, splendid, yes
Yes, those moments to capture, in verse can it be worse, love life live it all
But I am old and I hear the pigeons call, yes, call us to an old age grave
beyond
Far beyond when you and I were young and played the world as a song.
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FORTY
SLACK AND LAX
To Syd Barrett
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, uhuh uhuh
That’s what happens when you think, don’t think ahah
This world so nice, polite, dangle your bunny sonny
Ho ho, no no, I see your veins are standing out limpy
Lumpy turgid blood running in gutters of fat flat
Once upon a time in days gone by, try that, yes yes
My skin is like an old painting filled with cracks
Wrinkled up like the lines of a somnolent sea breeze
The ocean’s huge waves are lost in the absence of hair
Thin and limp. slack and lax a dying puzzle, yes indeed,
The day is sunsetting not sunrising, I have done with that
With the morning run through foggy fields of finery
I’m just an old codger with a stagger in his totter
To those who know they nod their heads lacking poetry
They think only of my death not of my resurrection, oh no
When I go it will be only to return singing this song
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, yes, slack and lax oh yeah, ho.
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FORTY ONE
DEATH ON THE INSTALLMENT PLAN
There’s no such thing as the big bang in sex or astronomy
There’s no such thing as a continuing game, it ends
There no such thing as a sudden dying, it lingers on and on
Marked out by sudden frenzies and bleak despairs indeed
Making a continuity of up and downs and just weird sufferings
On and on, but not so smooth, the trip is rough, hard too hard
Plain bad worse sometimes I linger smiling at the moon, yes
Sometimes I lie upon the beach listening to my untruths
Sometimes, not again, yes again and again, false starts
Loss of creativity, movement in the gulags of the mind
Seeking out an infinity of surcease in fitful circumstances
Oh yes, I’ve had enough of intellectual discourse, hateful
Bickering over a life gone wrong and fallen into the gutter
No surcease, one by one the atoms arise to disperse, yes
Only to return again and again as no weight or mass, existence
So when will this endless parade of fears and joys, pitiful ploys
Glooms and the darknesses of the night and soul give over, yes
There is no wandering free only death on the installment plan
I came, I signed, I will go when the final payment is done
No worries, eh, but the paying goes on and on, too long
And I shift uneasily waiting for the end I fear, oh dear.
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FORTY TWO
THE WILD CAT FELL
Yeah, it’s been a long long time from May to September, 21st
Century
And when the push came it was a hard shove between the shoulder blades
Don’t open your mouth, keep your trap shut, run run rabbit, yep, for sure
The wild cat was good at running, at skipping out, feet like smooth silk
Gliding, flashing like lightning, legs thin in thin blue jeans, yeah, smooth
For sure, the black cat looked good his black hair slicked back, curled
For sure, maybe, he went there and danced away the night, the fool
Don’t give me some loving, I’ll take it and leave with the dawn, cool
Life was, well, a blast of a rock-n-roll song, Little Richard himself
The way it was and we all grow old, haggard, slow steps staggering
Slowly towards where Yama waits on the black cloud of his buffalo
Yeah, the times drift into old age and tottering steps limping on
I can stand I can sit, hard is the moving both heels hurt one after another
What a life we have, it comes to this it has come to this, oh brother
There aren’t no more cutting the rug at Sweet Sue’s, nothing, eh sister
Nothing added to nothing makes sweet nothings, though there’s something else
That Yama sitting on his fat black buffalo smiling scowling whatever the day
The wild cat has just about done his time, release date pretty soon now
He’s finished what he could and forgotten half of it for sure, man
They held him up and they brought him down along a five mile track
And he disappeared when he found that home just meant homelessness
Oh yeah, so fine, let it be, no matter how, home just means homelessness.
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FORTY THREE
KEEP ON KEEPING ON
What is there to do when you’re old forget about the gray
Keep in good humour, tell a joke, yeah why not
What once had two legs and now walks on three
What else, what else indeed my friends, but an old dullard
Like me, ill and unkempt no use for style, never more oh
Once, yes it’s always once now that I’ve passed the mark
The sun is setting there are no dreams left to dazzle me
Along I face not the possibility but the fact of my death
Oh yes, oh yes, my friend, the sun that once I felt I was
Is falling into the sea of nothingness, a few streaks left behind
Fading memories, photographs, a library catalogue name
It’s all over, it’s all gone, I face the end, only nightmares now
And all that I can do is keep on keeping on, yes, my friend
All I can do is keep on keeping on until it’s there, death, hello my
friend.
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FORTY FOUR
WHY WHATEVER SADNESS
(In memory of Jack Kerouac)
Old age creeps on in with battered wings to dry to fly far
Never into the night of rising loves and slow moves to a beat
Lost in the waves the breath is erratic ragged a hoarse cough stutters
Lost to the surreal, real, the aches, the painful whining old
Fashioned dream pipe never more now the heart misses
Footfalls trip a sort of decayed dance with heel spurs, yes
How else to handle what we become memories faded out
Into the gothic cemeteries of headstones spiking the sky flat
Gray never livid with the night time cravings of well lost
These words they seek a voice, the dumb speak dumbly
Socially impaired they invent new names out of school a senior
Oh yeah just walking is a trail of endurance make it well
From bed to chair and chair to bed and never rolling evermore
Huh, huh, cough, splutter, weary eyes tear the fabric of time and space
Right or wrong does it matter when only the grave yawns truth
But what a truth and what a means to underline I’ll end up there dead
What matter, why oh why what the morning brings is this sadness
Yes the stumble from the couch to the toilet and the dripping urine stinks
Of medicine taken to ease the pain of that sadness ever being, never waiting
One day soon, will it end or last an eternity, whatever, we know sadness.
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FORTY FIVE
DEATH
THE END