Saturday, August 21, 2010

What time is it? It's CHICCO real time !!


Wake up everybody tis mornin stop snorin shake yeer sleeopy heads get out of yeer beds put your slippers on and head for the interplanetary poetry extravaganzy known simply as THE( immortal) POETRY BUS.
The original and the best, accept no imitations, no limitations, there are plenty of taxis and trains and trams and tubes and planes, but there is ONLY one POETRY BUS.If it doesn't say POETRY BUS on the label then it's not the poetry bus, pay no money, get off immediately and report the incident to the nearest tree.

Do you ever wake up in the morning and ROAR like a LION?
No?
Then it's high time ya did.I suggest that each and every one of us when we wake up (at whatever time) on Monday 23rd August should get out of bed, stretch from toenail to scalp with fingers stretching for the ceiling and toes curled up, then draw a deep breath so big it sucks in the curtains and creates a temporary vacuum, and with eyes scrunched closed, ROAR like a lion.




And I mean feerkin ROAR , a bellow that starts at the tip of your toes and builds like a tsunami as it gathers pace, volume, and momentum as it climbs yer legs, jiggers yer danglers (if you have any) ,booms round yer belly, rattles like a cannon ball around your bosoms (if you have any) and explodes through your snarling widestretched gob like the mother and father of a super sonic BOOM!

Go on ,we'll shake the fucking world, and annoy the neighbours.


Here meanwhile in a different key of life, is my contribution to the Poetry BUs.



First person up in the morning owns the world!

(The poor bastard)


Are we there yet? I think it may be morning

Ah, blessed relief; much as I hate you,

darkness was never my old friend.


Or are we ( you -still asleep

and me-stirring)

stuck between sunset and sunrise,

on an edgy ledge between

The Devil and the dishwasher?


Morning has broken in two

the veil of black is rent

dirty grey descends like depression,

the bedroom door is half-open or half-closed

(Q: When is a door not a door?

A: When it’s…)


Don’t mention ajar

I’d love a jar

My god my mouth is dry

My tongue as rough

As a bears arse


I wish I was still asleep,

dreaming of a lunar landscape, a rocket escape,

a pie in the sky, a cheese and whine party,

for the weightless mind and the restless soul.


Then worst of all

the birds pretending to sing

But they only whistle

Do they not know the words

‘Welcome to my world’ ?




And this, my friends , is how it should be done, by The Pogues.
Don't believe me? Then just check out the lyrics by Jem Finer below the video.










I dreamt we were standing
By the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me

I awoke alone and lonely
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again

Count the days
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I'll see you then
As the dawn birds sing
On a cold and misty morning
By the Albert Bridge

24 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Oh yes, lovely lyrics - lovely poem from you too Eej. Re the birds singing at 4am - sometimes there are advantages to being slightly deaf!!

Rachel Fox said...

So how do you know what a bear's arse feels like, eh?

And the jar...it gets everywhere...

x

English Rider said...

Is it Monday already? I liken your poetry to Fauvism in art. Deconstructing reality and reconstructing it with colors outside of the norm. Showing us the colors in your head. I enjoyed this a lot.

Niamh B said...

I like the liony plan, my dog does that every day - I shall join her this monday.
Your poem is great, true, free flowing and energetic, full of clevernesses - your usual high standard!

Helen said...

The video rocks ~ it left a permanent smile on my face. Listen carefully on Monday morning .. you will hear my lion's roar!

(May I sit next to you on the bus?)

ArtSparker said...

Hope the roaring helps with the morning blues... I like the broken sky photo.

The Bug said...

This might very well be one of my favorites of yours - I think it's because it captures my ambivilance about morning perfectly.

Love the video too!

Heather said...

I like your contribution Peadar. I'm afraid mine is a bit on the mild side and won't annoy the neighbours, even if they annoy me sometimes!

NanU said...

That's neatokeen. Love the cheese & whine. Love it all. And ya i think tomorrow i'll try that roarything, if i can think clearly enough to remember it that early. otherwise I might suddenly remember when I'm on my train and the other passengers might think it quite strange, which I won't mind but what if they throw me off?

Kat Mortensen said...

MEOW! (That's the best I can do until I get a decent night's sleep. Then you'll hear me roar all the way to Ireland!) Since that's not likely, you'll have to settle for a bit of a katerwauling (get it?) for it's the best I can do!

Will be sure and write something for my pal, Chicco—really!

Loved your poem - just as fine as good old Shaney boy's.

Kato

P.S. If I'm a "howl", you are a full-blown pack of wolves!

Titus said...

Aaargh!!!! Shane Again!!!!!

Titus said...

The brilliance of "cheese and whine" party has, however, made me brave enough to return.

Lydia said...

Your poem is great! And thanks for following it with the Pogues video that was a real treat (didn't those oldsters on the dance floor look like they were having a feckin good time?).

Erratic Thoughts said...

Loved the video...

Brilliant work with the poem:)
"darkness was never my old friend" Liked it!
"worst of all the birds pretending to sing" :D:D too good!

Oh I m going to roar tomorrow morning without the care of my roomies, neighbours or the world and I am gonna do this at 4 in the morning, specially setting my now-conked-out alarm clock (*I am searching for a new place anyway!*):D

Dave King said...

One good roar deserves another, I suppose. I'll have a go.

Did it help with the poetry, by the way? Roars of satisfaction all round.

jinksy said...

Poem and music have the same flavour!

Doctor FTSE said...

A nice take on the Morning After feeling!

Gwei Mui said...

TFE what more can I ask for poetry and The Pogues!
The idea of being "stuck between sunset and sunrise" is intriguing.

"Morning has broken in two

the veil of black is rent

dirty grey descends like depression"

That so sums up how I used to feel when I was living the 9-5 rat race espcially on a Monday morning!

Padhraig Nolan said...

"First person up in the morning owns the world!
(The poor bastard)"

Love that! Funny, cynical and moving - all in one title.

Peter Goulding said...

Love your twists on commonplace phrases. Your poems really need to be read aloud.

crazyfieldmouse said...

Loved the whole stream-of-consciousness thing going on in your poem.
And driving round at work today I had a fab idea for a Poetry Bus prompt so can you add me to the bottom of your list of volunteers.
much love
cfm

Argent said...

This is a cracker "on an edgy ledge between\The Devil and the dishwasher" - nice work! I must have a go at the whole stream of unconsciousness thing.

Kat Mortensen said...

I just have to comment here for ONE reason: the word verification is (are you ready for it?)

EGITICA!!!

the watercats said...

think your poems would lend themselves exceptionally well to the pogues :-)
fecking great stuff again mr eej! oh, and yay!... we're driving the bus again soon.. cannee wait!