caliban's blues
all of these days
eating me raw
flaw by bloody flaw
win lose or draw
all these centuries
burning me away
rend peel & flay
the devil i say
none of these failures
shall so much as slow me down
for i'm such a perfect clown
i'll dance until i drown
the rise & fall of us all
history is a fickle bitch
she loves to pull a bait-&-switch
in the smoking rubble we're sure we've got her
as we race to the next farce even hotter
history is a crazy dame
she shuns the meek yet strangles fame
as we march to triumph & destiny's seal
she giggles - & drops a new banana peel
Posy
My eyes are wet but I will not weep
This is a little blessing for you to keep
& when you are wishing you could be brave
Your heart can renew this gift I gave
requiem for Pat Lowther
circa 1984
i read your words
& i am still
scared to again
you
are still so good
that i am
going to anyway
