A Brave Cavalcade [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

There is a brave cavalcade in my head
the waves hissing and buzzing, flashing
blue lights entertaining electrical currents
hiding electrical signals in my brain until
a dark hole is left, and I, river-deep and
dark-current propelled, go forth dancing
with Portuguese regulations of which
nothing makes sense - endless cups of
tea to give me strength - but I sink

and all I can think of is hot chocolate - to
make my somersaulting, cavalcading
head rejoice by weaving golden wires,
silver cables & bright colours together &
calibrate my twisting day and calm the
spiralling orbits in my brain and balance
my mental gyroscope - stabilising a
smouldering flow of prayer-beads

the Tibetan prayer wheels are controlled
by the Thief of Time - the son of Wen in
Seth's Eternal Moment of NOW recreate
the past as a new memory of wonderful
times, playing Bocherini's minuet & James
Last's Radetski Mars with folk singer Chris
Blignaut as counterpoint: "And the baboon
came with a crooked tail, boggom General"
and Langenhoven's Brolloks & Bittergal

Debussy's Clair de Lune while the Queen
of Hearts played her sorrows sweet within
the melodies flowing to her inner sanctuary,
dreaming of Kyrie Eleison …