Contra Contrarian

 

Wake in night time the light lost in shadow

A circumvented process, a Trojan horse

A final solution that brings satisfaction to blind mice

Trundling in their tracks behind furniture and in basements

Content to measure time in the cries of children.

 

Composed in aristocracy bred in poverty

Congealed and frozen

To be found by orphans and rejects

Who run unopposed by caring

On the oft misunderstood patch of land

That curves toward midnight beneath the battered moon.

 

It appears to disappear only to reappear

Just when you achieve respectability.

You can't silence poetry as it creeps stealthily

Back into your awareness an undaunted little soldier

Exposing himself to the shock and dismay of old ladies

Whose grocery lists punch holes in all insanity

As they search for an acceptable tea.

 

The workaday world creeps rounds its orbit

Expecting a penny for a thought but giving

A whistle for a loaf of bread and a cancer

For the mind of God for whom the virus has spread

From the offal of moles singing happy thoughts.

 

Peering around corners the florid descendant of Oz

Appears in front of the curtain

His machinations exposed

Leaving the faithful bereft of mystery

And full to the brim on the teeth and bones

Of real frogs in imaginary gardens.

 

And it is oh so obvious that should you take the notion

To find sense in nonsense all your mathematics will fail

And you will grieve over the loss of two plus two

In the equation where clinched fists pump violence

Into the atmosphere and the pot boils

While all the while, we think we are dancing.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

You see BB...you are being read here. Albeit with a month or two here n there. But hell, are we not like the mice, beyond the walking around time of the workaday?

Just got to get some venison sausages on for my two hungry sons.


This is a great read because of its sheer bizarrness...there are too many great dabs to list them all out. But my favourite line has to be 'real frogs in imaginary gardens'. The 'loss of two plus two' is also a cracker. To conclude, I wish you you wld post more such poems BB.