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Byronic Urge



I found a scrap of paper, on which was written:
Byronic urge
to which I think I murmured "I'm no Byron"

Don Juan
Sweet Childe in time
"and when not meditating
probably wanking"
Garden 0 Sylph
Quick white breast
amongst
the tussocks
Deep in the forest

". must to India"
A distant calling in his heart
yearning - not knowing - feeling
a word - unyielding - to &
fro-ing
foot to dusky India
Foot to Morris Olford
dusty soul
planted

!

B A M
indigo blue
thought he found his lover
a stroller
fig plum under
believe - twitch
train and bus to Ganesh
& that thing
yeah
what would he find? perpetua
& the answer
in

I N D I A


train through rocky graze
& punch
rails
opposite a man in linen
who spake of Ireland
a convent there
a refined air
around
me
towers
rise like the rocks that part Hispania's
land from Gaul
didn't bother me at all

a well
a fish
I stood and dropped my mind in -
the fish ate it
all my thoughts went through the fish's guts
it was lively
it was velveteen
fifteen inch spanner
portwine news
how to hold on to the figurine?
how to print the news today?







Rhymes for a Mood  2007