Poem #113 certain miserable days

I once promised myself

That is not now likely to happen

I can see only the window

Capital, some people will tell you

It would be divided equally

Generation after generation

Let us take up obscure cases.

I can feel certain miserable days

Going over to sit inhabited good shots

Traditions for irregulars

Black leather walked with the old days

Entered their mess, possession of the

White heart races

Never told the burdensome of necessity

Dull his hearts passion with jealously

Clearly gallant captain hate

On the verge of wishing ways

Shocked silence –

A blackguarded to self-respect

It is the kind of screw

introduced by

turning

Into the world

Poem #65 Plaintive

Did you see it?

The two of us

The first word

No way

How did they get it ?

From here to there

Working part of the time

he has it

Up in the air.

She said to go

Which way?

Poem #59 life to fit between the gaps

desperate idealists

twenty-one years old

civil war each tossed down

young man grateful

life to fit between the gaps

of hard work and leisure

cynicism he spent his decade

worry about eventually

a while the most casual observer

headlines turned thirty-six

together another pretty managed wreck

the same old Rome, Rome again

luck everything people called gods

trembling between the music

of the first three books

elaborate and moving

and despair on the other

himself to say as the world outside

ironies are the poet

maybe after a fashion

genius wreck strange unrealistic

the nightmare has come

Dionysus alone

attends rather naughty parties

Apollo a sort of private secretary

set off on premature council

others linger died freedom

of a culture

generation loved it

missed the point

one cannot blame

shredded society

fabricated philosophy

incurable sickness violent