Month: Jul 2012
Sorry, Doc, but it only made me worse.
That panacea recommended strong
by you was not only a tinctured curse
but also (speaking straightly) downright wrong.
What were you thinking when you wrote that note
prescribing what you said would be my cure?
You thought you’d found the perfect antidote;
I wonder how you could be so cocksure.
So no more pink placebos for my heart.
It’s tired and worn-out, well beyond repair.
This spectred form must live a life apart.
There is no course of treatment for despair.
(No need to diagnose my burned-out soul.
Into algiatry I must enroll).
© 2012, Alan Morrison
Sliding through the tensile twisted vortex
left by tortured coils of disconnected DNA
I move with grace into the insubstantial air
with multiple crushed and creviced vertebrae.
A noosing strand of rope endecorates the wall
while shadowed hangmen rudely shelter
harmlessly, effective from today. Outside the
cloistered cosy confines of protective coated
crinoline, successive waves of hopeless jerks
convulse spasmodically my beatsome little heart.
I never cease to be amazed by my native language. The richness bedazzles me! I often trawl the thesaurus just for fun and coming on the synonyms for the word “fool”, I there find a real cornucopia of imagination. For your amusement, here they are: “Blockhead, fat-head, dunce, dimwit, simpleton, halfwit, idiot, cretin, imbecile, ignoramus, moron, dupe, stooge, butt, laughing-stock, clown, comic, buffoon, jester, muggins, gull, Jack-fool, jackass, lemming, mooncalf, soft, softy, Tom-noddy, tomfool, punk, gowk, mumchance, barmpot, gump, haverel, coof, dottle, eejit, cluck, dumb-cluck, yap, old cony, fon, fondling, want-wit, patch, sot, wigeon, lack-brain, bauble, capocchia, snipe, nincompoop, ass, chump, ninny, neddy, clot, dope, twit, nitwit, nit, sucker, mug, twerp, birdbrain, lamebrain, knuckle-head, silly-billy, berk, Charlie, gubbins, sap, saphead, wazzock, dum-dum, coot, goat, head-banger, bampot, lunkhead, chowderhead, putz, doofus, dill, boofhead, wally, jerk, dumbo, muppet, pillock, prat, dork, geek, plonker, git, nerd, nerk, nelly, goop, josser, nig-nog, sawney, schlemiel, turkey, cloth head, dipstick, goof, kook, tosspot, jughead, schmo, dingbat, dweeb, prick, dickhead, cake.”
Is it possible to experience being in the darkest depths of despair and the highest ecstasy of joy all at the same time? I can tell you that the answer is “Yes”. It is a very strange state to be in – like feeling utterly hopeless and wildly optimistic in the same instant. Yet it isn’t destructive but somehow not only seems totally natural but also enhances creativity. It is as if everything bleak and everything bright are superimposed on each other… without a winner. Nothing is being denied or hidden. They just are what they are…
Occasionally, I wish I was a normal guy who lived a regular life. But I’ve been too far out for too long to be able to get back. Once you’ve been past Abell 1835 IR1916 nothing ever seems the same again…
what is it with you?
stealing every little thing that moves!
not content to rob men of their hearts
you empty all their pockets plus their
dreams and even clean out every hotel room
of all free-standing artefacts available for
filching — anything, so long as it suits
your nobbling snaffling pilfermaking groove.
shampoo for your unconditioned hair
bars of soap and stuff for cleaning shoes
and even ashtrays disappear into your swag
that beige and bottomlessful bag
you carry on your sloping shoulder
so you always have to yank it up and over
with a careless shrug. I swear I saw a nest
of writhing rats within that stashly habitat