#534 - the rose adagio

 

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the rose adagio

or

back in the day again

 

supernova bloom

near vacuum silence

 

I think once we were grazing folk

wouldn’t have overdone

not the way we do

not like the pythons we’ve become

 

with a swag and a lilt and a hey nonny no

once we were on the way

won’t say harmless

rows of teeth and jagged too

 

back then we wouldn’t have lived till now

 

once oil was dinosaur and we were dancing

here was the chase     how’d that go?

 

we were a set of superstitions

once no one had a heart

‘what’s the matter’, some might pun

 

speechless, blind

not even inching to begin

but burn you at the stake for a dare

boil you up and render

 

once on a wobble before the wheel

a hatrick guess, now decimal

barely flesh on the bone back then

 

pre-we -- do you think it was man-for-himself?

washed once blue moon Sunday month

 

caves and swamp over

tricked up with hunches

 

and had the messianic panic

but Jesus only got to thirty three

 

everyone had the death wish once

when life was suffering

should have seen the sea!

 

please don’t call it progress

      the coal sky

or smooth my dying pillow

 

once small slight

creeping and often hoping unnoticed

before black and white

I believe there had been colour

 

signed cheques on the side of a cow

tied to the mast at times

 

a boulder would have fallen for us by now

or we fell prey to jaws  spears   plagues

invader tricks

 

(Floriensis hobbits, just one of those genocides)

you name it

 

call anybody anything

no one took offence

you could fart where liked

and especially in lifts

 

once we walked chewing gum

before the sheep were sheep

 

cholera  typhoid  ptomaine

a certain amount of marauding

 

once we were civilized

(please bury me in the Caesarian section)

had a Coliseum too

whips and spurs, did dungeon

after naked savage

 

ever since truth these rumours

 

so drunk I don’t know

floss to the gristle mill

 

once dust

and starring in some other system  

 

part of that mind

flowers and wing swept

up in the turning

once all one

 

that was back in the day

like fun