… in Equal Parts

For –

After all –

You do know me.

I am Helen;

Shade, in equal parts

Of your faithful wife,

Glamorous mistress,

Daughter, mother;

Your nameless, shameless

Guilt-free, no-number

Fantasy fuck.

I am Helen,

This is night;

Tomorrow the

Horse and I

Will be gone …

But you ?

You will never forget.

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The Way I Was Taught

Ought to get back –

The way I was taught –

On the horse that’s

Not a horse;

Get something to

Put by in the bank

That’s not a bank.

To remind myself

That the road that’s paved

With gold is walked by

Saints and sinners

As well as those

That have never noticed.

Eye, Dollar, Tree.

“Oil is the new diplomacy-

The way to power of course-

Debt is the new and most fashionable honesty,

Shareholders the latest terrorists,”

The clown-president

With the burger-wide smile

Mouths the Doctor Spin phrases.

The elephant leans left,

The horse swings right;

The latest polls hold the key –

The one that nobody can really grasp –

“I wouldn’t vote for that,

There’s plenty more whales

In the sea!”

Charlotte’s Grandchildren

 

 

In the distance, below the horizon ridge

A honey coated horse is head down grazing;

At rest,  firm edged shadow leaning long

Down the gentle February slope.

It is nearly possible to hear the explosions

In the atomic heart workings of the sun –

On a day which balances preciously between

Passing winter and welcome spring…

And Charlotte’s grandchildren are

Taking to the joyful jester-hope skies.

 

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