#176 - nostalgia

26.6.20

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nostalgia

back in the sixties

when I could this that still

and yearn a bliss for you

be golden

that was my number then

and I would serve ten years

nostalgic for things planned

tundra monsters were melting to life

I could just touch your toes

so much yet to invent!

skirt so short you could come to grief there

yellow submarine, Norwegian forest days

summer hike to tarn it

where I was the latest thing

young poet then

all potential

never and not for long

back in the sixties – drought, flood, green

collecting kindling, later warm by

a garden grows up around

only a matter of time

watch the market yo yo

call that superannuation

cute sputum, clear

all day playing with words

why should teeth concern me?

I love pumpkin soup

into the forests while they still are

commiserate koalas

a victim of my own digression

ache toe

down gout!

tracky pants to see me out

(phrase once would have shocked)

inked up!

I went into another black and white phase

someone said ‘don’t wish your life away’

and I was young enough to remember

don’t think I really have

tired early afternoon – siesta

try not to take any pills

utterly unsuited to gainful employment

thirty salutes to the sun

but other stars dimmer now

perfectly pandemic fit

light pollutes

absolute utterly

went to the beach just for a walk

and vanish in among tuned strings

I needed all the frets

two piles –

to read!

and to revisit!

for instance, the immortality plan

soon sackcloth, ashes, a brimstone brink

miracle the mail still comes

there’ll be drones in the smoke

and the cannibal chase

everything else we hold dear

why did they never tell us

have to clean between?

one might have looked forward to that