PROMETEO

A HOELDERLIN

Bavarian black-faced sheep
A pair of headphones,
A wind instrument
Eructation, appetency.

I hold a Hoelderlin and blow
A jazz cornet or saxophone
The hedgerows modulate to the concern
The ever-burgeoning blue note heat.

That rises on a May evening
To clutch every straw hatted star.
That is pinned down
By those black notes and bars.

Burning against the blue heavens
Foaming near the moon’s wave
Its cool glow reflected
In the unending crowds that throng

Dissipate, modulating on the sound
Of trains, blues, moonlight, starshine.

NOCTURNE

A revolution. In spite of insanity
Chopin revolved primly and grimly
On the black piano seat he crouched
like a jaguar flashing eyes, teeth.
So the big black piano was tuned
A Chopin flew past: tit or eagle?
The many bird metamorphoses
my glass was empty, empty.

 A JENNER

A Jenner was born upon this day
A little sparrow child, growing up
All perturbed wing crowing indolently
Beating against it all.

Living near the sea in a cul de sac
Named Waterloo, he gazed seawards.
All the names rushed inwards
All the meanings were one.

He shook his wings, fell off his perch
Fluttered downwards to womb or tomb
One day he gazed across the blue slime:
“This is a sea, I shan’t forget.”

Mother named me Jenner
A name that rhymes with tenner.
The sea is my acupuncture
It whispers inanely then flows.

Like toffee under the grey quagmire sky.
It’s a nest, a place to be, a beaches
And all the peaches
Are aquatinted, mine.

“I want to find the author of this poem.”
Says Jenner, “buckshot, grapeshot him.”
I’ll plant an erection on his sable grave:
Shoot him, burn him, flay him, eat him.

Bury him alive, sup on his tongue.
I’ll Kerensky him, bombard him with shite
From my little biplane: for he knows
We all know, everyman meets his Waterloo.

POETRY INSTRUCTION KIT

1. Tear off cellophane wrap.
2. Place on table
3. Apply turgid poetic verses.
4. Stir with pre-packed plastic ladle.
5. Recite to wall.
6. You have created a pome. Store in freezer far past its sell-by date.
7. Take out in 30 yrs time, recite to aged Professors of Iambs.
8. You are now on the Curriculum.
9. You die (are deified)