Days Gone By
Gone is the past youth when I saw
Armies of weeks near infinite
And, childish in my faith,
Believed to win the fight
While killing thousands of my men
On bomb pocked roads. Then
Gone; lovers, old friends and pick ups
Whose address was lost in moving,
God knows the days giving up
The Holy Spirit
The last supper I was
In my cups.
There s no Mr. Universe to try
Dragging back the sun
From evening to morning post
Gone; the compliment ungiven,
The Kerouac and Ginsberg left unread,
With the people unforgiven,
They lie careless and downtrodden
Along my casually demolished track,
Strewn beside the seconds I now lack --
Killed months like slain soldiers
In whose death lies my grandest crime.
"Days gone by"
"The Greeks and Miss Jane Austen"
"An ordinary bloke"