Cardboard Kings
Blood red sovereign exchange
‘remember that thou art dust’
And.. the brightness above?Well..
The shadows weave doubt,
hope subjugated under a cadaverous sky
I cannot remember my dreams
before hell showed the needle’s escape,
after sleeping rough in the park.,
keeping the blood line alive.
Lines, do your lines,
Double white lines on double yellows
Blind-locked beat-alley poets
damned one-way souls on shady,
shabby, dark little streets.
Our days float blind above cobbles
sleeping partners trading on sacred times.
We are TheCardboard kings!
By night
watch Liffey Boardwalk lovers weave
Midsummer’s other dream,
our eyes spaced-out flying saucers
as they tango in moonlit oblivion to ‘us’-
and Mammon’s crack burning ire.
They, seeing only despair,
never know that ,we, each night,
in cutting-edge purgatorial desire,
witness spaceships and vultures,
hope and damnation,
demons and angels,
Circling their god’s magnificent spire.
18 comments:
My goodness me, Eej - your poem has certainly hit the part other poems cannot reach! Brilliant stuff - almost halucinatory. Not for nothing is the word verification 'grailer' (shall I add holy to that?
Strong stuff TFE and a bit scary if I start to try to analyse it. Wonderful, nonetheless.
Wow, Mr Eejit, some real stand-out stuff in this.
Loved
"Our days float blind above cobbles
sleeping partners trading on sacred times."
and the spaceships and vultures.
Very nice indeed.
Was this your 'school days' experience?
Quite dark, but also quite poetic.
Yes, it builds to a really good end. Those spaceships and vultures - top stuff.
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wow heavy stuff here. I liked this:
Double white lines on double yellows
Blind-locked beat-alley poets
damned one-way souls on shady,
shabby, dark little streets.
Stately urban drama in this.
Thanks Weaver, I likesallthat!
Thanks too to you Heather!
Thanks wonderdog!
Thanks Jeanne, but no, the schooldays poem is still brewing!
Thankly foxter!
Thankly kindlo Jessbury!
Excellento, my friend. Can't say more until I get my breath back, but excellento, indeed!
That' a cracker Peadar. Really gets going from the line ' We are the Cardboard Kings'.
I'm wondering - if you cut everything before that - would it be stronger - more immediate, being dropped right in there? i.e. frst line (after title) being "By night we sink cans....".
Or does the prologue to that point serve to better contextualise the inner turmoil of the King's mind?
I can't decide - but I like both possibilities. Great stuff!
Thanks for those words Dave!
Thanks Padhraig, and for the suggestion too.You might be right.I can't decide now either!!
Sparkey! Ye snuck in there, thank ye!
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