So how about tonight?
Conditions seem somehow right.
You remember the filing cabinet,
Fax machine and stranger blackberry?
Now we have something more agreeable.
To sit alone amid hotels
Indulging ourselves in all those smells;
And when it takes our fancy
Call ourselves Sid and Nancy.
Worry, worry, worry,
Time’s such an absolute bother
Except when rendezvousing
By the nearest railway
Without a need for endless email.
And think of all the gifts –
Silks, bracelets, shifts.
Clothes wrapped in seeming eternity
With shoes of the finest diamante.
Scent of roses and clementine
And diamonds from Tiffany.
‘Come on down then’
Join me on this bed of flowers
To pass each minute and every hour.
It is sunrise over Ruislip –
In circles that are ornamental
So-called by council
Those names are silent and gentle.
An almost light yet
As everywhere,
The commuter is stirring.
Awakes to thunder (rail to rail in competition).
A heat to somewhere.
Home organised perfectly –
Dinner prepared before leaving.
With urgency and haste.
Gentle, merciful motherings relate.
Returns confused.
In text,
we,
god.
Shall we dango the fan? Really?
Earlier that afternoon,
I took tea and tango.
My red shoes nearly killed him.
They did.
About love aloud
You quietly type
Sitting as moon behind a cloud.
"Dallas, is that…. ?"
"Houston, come in !"
That rocked launched, was it you ?
And in your voyage,
Travelling
Who were a million instruments
All talking to?
As ranger
You guard, I see,
Orion’s Belt.
With something wonderful.
A light with the power of twelve stars
Where a million canyons join.
I sometimes see you
In your electric chariot
Adding word to word in ecstasy.
Could not mistake the mist a-making
the drazzle blazing
of cuckoo singing –
for good Sunday people.
For good Sunday people, rejoice.
And join your hands as cuckoo comes.
Come sing, friends,
while thoughts between each echo ring.
And lips that purse have voice.
Good Sunday people, thank each spring.
For what we gather, make us truly thankful;
while around the tree we sing. Rejoice.
I shall bring you now by muted mouth
To sacred text
Naked and extinguished.
I shall bring you now
Either
To the end of time
Or new summit.
I shall bring you now
To entertainment.
To boys
Who take you up and
Down
And around again
In simulation
Until the music breaks.
I shall take you now
Into a sea of ruin
Where chaos
Is computer-driven
And the cancer
Has every tongue still
I shall bring you now
To neither good nor evil
But observation.
Running powerfully
From Berne to Washington
The sound of tut tut and drumming.
Above, bells
for new marriage
between regulator and regulator.
Isn’t it wonderful
data correlated
to voice and nervous sinew
by young business school
as star crossed models
the new brothers
all names inter-twinned – winners.
Fooling millions.
Pure velocity, surges/rallies.
Suddenly last message reads:
blame the Alternatives.