now, i'm standing
at the bus stop
on the homerton high road,
when five young men
show and i think:
why, they sure broke the mould!
they look to me,
all too-tight slacks
and curly bouffant hair,
like some old prog-
rock band been all
time-warped unawares.
but boy, are these
boys big, they go
on well up over me
and also speak
and act with such
assurèd certainty
that when they speak
in swedish, all
a "har du sett?" and "ja",
my mind can't help
but think: my, ain't
these vikings 'alf come far!
captain of the library
ReplyDeletelying comatozed in your bed
even your dog had abandoned ship
as your bed was sailing
in the overflow
of a broken pub toilet
and the waves crashed against you for many years
until you rescued yourself
and i cant help being proud of you
as you buoy yourself with words
noble
and to those lost at sea
the lost forever
the gone
you remain a floating beacon
my lighthouse jack