[Sgt Pepper]

Prayer

And so what was well
Never shall be.
Again, unnatural day.
Night seemed certain at least,
Yet the chrome cemetary grey
Wrought no steel, no twilight mechanism
To soothe too soon a finality.
Huge singular tear pool from your eye
Like a clear blood (my blood) splashing,
Crashing into the plain normality of your shoe.
For all that was then seems strange fabric –
That something else from me again,
Your sullen little brother again –
My head bowed with speech defeated,
As we stared, sunken at the grave of childhood.

Oh I only have this!
I have only this!
Plough all knowing from my path,
For too shrill is the music.
Too cold the breath mist on the mirror.
Too freakish is the faith sequence,
Too manic the extant lull of acceptance.
Let Saviours come with the wherewithal
Or lets beaches boil their oceans bare,
Bleached to the naked physic.
Let Gods and science alike get fucked to their high heavens
And finally feel the angry earth batter
Every aspiration of an age!
Rape, lay waste the hard and sensitive tragedy.
Scream with innocence the death of Adam’s fall,
For too often we call Human!
Too oft administer all
To the assembled accident of the ammoniacal soup.
Nor shall the wavering cross of conscious and conscience
In some form of healing hour longer be.
No.
Let sickness itself,
Yet another bastard born of us
Suckle from it’s whore mother of retention,
Time.
Then, let it be.

For what more must it make
To break the hate music now,
Born from Requiems then?
Unnatural ways.
For all comes after the past.
After the past is gone.

Amen.

[Sgt Pepper]

A Story Dwelling

There are may rooms in my Father’s house..
(John 14:2)

I have a vision of you in the Nineteen Sixties.
I can’t really see you beyond that.
Not for a while,
Not for the life of me.

I see Saint James’ in September
And the marrying of your love
Elizabeth
Beth
Betty.
Thin, dark suit –
Masculine mystery
Shaving bowl
Magnified by the young.

It’s as if speaking for you then,
I answer everything asked for now.
Handclasping your boy on Sarsfield Road.

Now, another future memory graft:
Dublin Port and Docks,
A construct of oil and sinew,
Your black hair and boots.
Fledgling Father,
A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son
Tobacco fingers.

I sense your family take flight
Bungalow, Inchicore
Towards the single story built by your own hands.
Some semblance of me –
Too soon.
In retreat I allow all become outline,
Let all begin fade.
I shall always see you younger now.
Younger than I have ever been.

[Sgt Pepper]

Idol

(Or A New Paradise For True Beginners)

O come, all ye faithless!
And so I was,
And so I did.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
This was my first digression.

Click.

You see, on my third day from Thirty
A true love said to me..
Brb.
Parting of the bed, see?
Holocaust of silence.
He brewed for himself
His own basket case.
Weaved from water and other such
Urgencies of thirst,
Fluid in steady recline.

.. So here I came, uh huh,
And it reminded me of running the ranch fields of Inchicore –
The freedom of being Twelve..
Tribes, thousands on screen.
Taurean,
Synaesthesia en masse.
Sinai language, commanding,
Shattering tableaus.
Click – handsome hound.
Click – clever cad.
Click – funny fecker.
Click me out, baby.

By morning with boy-legs like a new born foal,
In the all is awe brightness of a dew.
Fragile child of day..
.. Awake all night,
Uber Ram’s Horn for the herd.
Malefactor,
Mocking with merchant tongue
The few you fuck unfettered.
Burning many a bush but bridges kept intact.
Holy Moses…

Then,
You..

From true mountain descent.
Fate bringer, through bringing a faith restored.
Wielding woman’s wounds like a sword,
So that all that previous death dies,
Destroyed through the comfort and gentile glory
Of a knowing Resurrection.

[Sgt Pepper]

An Affirmation

For tonight it is how it was :
Thinking of you and me then
Speaking of our own Saint Theresa
On the cusp of Errigal.

Yes, more than revelation
Or that curious otherness of mere memory.
Yes, before this place;
Before the booze and the bitches
Before I knew this computer screen.
How I looked before I knew my own eyes.

I more than remember now
How I seemed to know
Clearly,
Even then,
That those few days were to be so important.
Your eyes sore,
Sullen from your Father’s slight.
I felt a Virgin hatred then.
How you cried
We must do this!
We must do this!

Now I know that for that brief time I was you.
That for the first time I was beyond me.
And that now I hear you call to me from the ground
One last time –
You must do this!
You must do this!

[Sgt Pepper]

Induction

Memory is a landscape,
Shaped from a soul or sun and
Wind gathered at an ocean’s eye.
Then see that uncertain sleep
When shoals of thought penetrate bone
And navigate dust towards the risen scope
Of the conscious hour;
Carved and tilled, sown and scaled,
Until the very blood and augury
That birthed us paints us new again.
Yes, as our music and sometime majesty,
Our very word-vision rebels aloud
In neo-utero to the lonely,
Loving eversong of a creator.
Yes, towards all creators.

[Sgt Pepper]

I’ll promptly get to work compiling, mashing, stapling and all round squashing my own particular scribble-dithers together presently :P

Oh and uber congrats to you Mims 8)
Wonderful news.. and fully deserved =D>

[Sgt Pepper]

I agree.. truly a class apart Esme.

Thank you for the new piece that tops your thread. New in the context of posting it here of course.
A bittersweet, eternal lament.. with a truly astonishing final verse bringing forth such a sense of unexpurgated longing.

Exceptional 8)

[Sgt Pepper]

Hmm… :-k
Ever get the feeling the boat left and you.. well.. weren’t kinda on the boat? :?

I’ve been away since friday.. can somebody please tell me what the feck’s been going on?
What happened?

[Sgt Pepper]

Fondest wishes to you and yours Sunny.. I hope things continue to get better x

[Sgt Pepper]

Good review Cymorill 8)

Personally , I loved Fiennes in it. Totally OTT, menacing , madcap stuff from him.. Shades of Ben Kingsley in SEXY BEAST!

Anyway, glad you liked it :)

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