Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;A serenade siren’d to lure – Zounds! not to court me?A menad, yet the sweetest colleen –Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei,A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,Yet who the hell was I to dare?Lorelei,Canst thou not see thou to me needful […]
Tag Archives: Theatre Of Tragedy
Cassandra
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim’d in return –She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;Proffer’d to her his wauking heart – she turn’d it down,Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond?,Tho’ her parle of truth:"I ken to-morrow – refell me if ye can!",Yet the kiss […]
Flickerlight
I can’t seeIn the flicker-light’s quiet frequencyI was briefly interrupted by the soundOf your voiceNow I can seeWhy you turned away in disbeliefI couldn’t get enough of the leitmotifOf your voiceHe’s a lonely dancerHe’s a fun fanatic organiserI wonder, wonder, wonderIf you like to check him, check him, check himWhen you dance Reassurance marks every […]
Mire
Harken! – the clouds mustered in dark –So painfully easing.Hush! – hearest ye the yew doting;Its years of yore in a mire,Each like a corpse within its grave;Wrought for us a yearn of lief;Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;Ne’er ere hath it exist’d so sonorously –Jostl’d away the […]
Space Age
[something in russian] Space age pioneersExporing the outer spheresStars, planets, cosmosSterne, Planeten, Kosmos [russian again]
Commute
Mobile phonesCommuter trainsThe Terminus is full of menCrisscross networkZigzag railwayThe next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I’m on a trip with youStandby, I thought it lasted throughStandby, I’m on a trip with youIt’s more fun to commute Take the TubeTake the M25There’s traffic jam all aroundDouble-deckerA fare to ChequersTo tell […]
Reverie
Car-crash and an elevatorMake you someone elseNever try yourselfRestore youTick-tock clock and teddy boysBop ’till you’re fagged outOpen windows shoutShe wore me, she wore you Walk these streetsShe’s concreteReverieAll is free Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-bracSeesaw heartbeat, she is backWindscreen eyes are black and blueShe saw youThe Fleet Street scooter-boys are dueThey want to see youYou’re vogue […]
Episode
Moving sideways through the sold photoSlow figures flashing on tiptoeCrashing cars on a blue tableauGoes to show it wasn’t everywhereNo one steering, just an auto-moveRound and round the streetlights in the grooveFlying windscreens, dropping down belowAisles of bricks, crumbling with the smokeHere we goDissolving turnpikes in a placid lightIntersections similarly whiteI never found the concrete […]