davidgoulding84@interpoems.com
A LIFE IN THE DAY OF
I am sunrise and in bed,
protected in the linen womb.
I shan’t get up and won’t come out.
But I do, and slip unwilling from
the cradle,
hating the light, dawn and life.
Infancy and breakfast simply stuff
my stomach.
Forcibly awake to the crimson early
morning childhood
where my nursery mind is not left to its
own resourceful games,
but fed with healthy air and stale ideas:
stimulated, fired but all to a
shrouded formula.
Morning lengthens and matures
towards the lively spring
of sun-dancing adolescence where the
light is blinding ecstasy,
and the shadows black purgatorial holes,
where each point gained is brandished
as an oscar
and each reversal can…..
put me off my lunch.
Conventional and comfortable, the afternoon,
where lucrative laziness can swagger
through an indolent life;
where little is craved, sought, feared, lost
or achieved.
Sunny, affable, plain-sailing family tea
flicks straight to nothing doing,
doing nothing, evening,
when I sometimes turn away from alcoholic
nonsense
towards brief frenzied spurts of creativity,
that, dead and quick, burn out like the old,
old and loose fags,
now ostracised but once the proud prerequisite
for all cool close-ups and every social function.
Soon,
so very soon,
the late, late news
and sad sex conscious shows
bring my body to fatigue and leaves
my mind to memories
and sleep
and .....
CITY LUNCH
Brief longed for interval just slips away
where millions hunger to be hungry
and rush, shuffle,dawdle, struggle for the sake
of mechanical child-forgotten play.
I see some varaible habit as they all adjourn
to carry on, not off, their work in unseen cases
to bars, parks and cafes, where their chases
to leave are only part of everyone’s return.
In that pin-prick of a fleeting hour
we sometimes meet and casually create
a sheltered universe, in a cosmic state
from elements not in any way sublime.
Lovers’ enchantments look banal to others.
Who cares? Tomorrow then at one?
In time we can gently mock those others,
sadly seeing ecstasy as just a bit of fun.