The Sources of the Nile
Passed overhead today
Lofty and imperious
They paused as if to say
'We condescend to lash your streets
And wash your filth away
But not long shall we tarry
Not long shall we stay'
They are bound on a greater quest
Through many a windswept mile
And none may hinder nor molest
The Sources of the Nile
Monday, 3 August 2015
Flotsam & Jetsam
Can't remember what its all about
Turned-on tuned-in dropped-out
Love was free for half a century
But I'm still paying for the LSD
Weed and hepatitis C
And the voices keep me company
Grubby tartan - kind'a fuzzy
Where a Mohawk used to be
Tats on saggy wrinkled skin
And one too many piercings
A vaguely shadowed memory
And the voices keep me company
Turned-on tuned-in dropped-out
Love was free for half a century
But I'm still paying for the LSD
Weed and hepatitis C
And the voices keep me company
Grubby tartan - kind'a fuzzy
Where a Mohawk used to be
Tats on saggy wrinkled skin
And one too many piercings
A vaguely shadowed memory
And the voices keep me company
Monday, 27 July 2015
The Village in the Tree #4 - Heterodoxy
Earlier
in our narrative
I
took care to explain
That
the origin of all
Is
something quite arcane
Please
do not presume to think
Such
ignorance is mine alone
For
the dwellers in the tree
All
were equally at sea
That
is, they had as little grasp
Of
their own antiquity
As
that afforded you or me
Ignorance
begets a world
Of
bright imagination
Untrammeled by the tiresome bounds
Of
factual limitation
Where
even grubby tramps may dare
To
believe themselves to be
Unjustly disinherited
Royal
progeny
Subjected
to the will
Of
long-term infatuation
It
is possible
That
a population
May
believe themselves to be
That
which they are clearly not
On
outside investigation
The entire habitation
Of
the Village in the Tree
Proved
to be
In
such a shameful spot
Not
to put too finer point
On
our prognostication
The
villagers upon the tree
Shared the
same hallucination
In their naive estimation
The tree from clouds was suspended
Roots
to the base were appendedMerely for decoration
Thus
"Village in the Sky are we"
Proudly
declaimed the majority
And
violent the strife
Bitter
the animosity
T'ward
any with the temerity
To
wish to be
The
Village in the Tree
Complex
inferiority
Incrementally
Abandoning
its principles
Deserting
historicity
Descending
imperceptibly
To
general mediocrity
Grants
assent
Once
will is bent
To
the general will
And
even Sayers of the nay
Cast
up their hands
Say
"What the hey -
Village
in the Sky are we”
Despite
abandoned certainty
Of
the nature of reality
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