Ecocycle - Poem by Tony Jennett
Mine is the head the world annointed with
Indifference the moment it appeared
Wet and palpitating in the myth
Of birth. My mother, tired and smeared
With sweat, without a glance, closed tight her thighs
On my last known address and forced my eyes
To address a bleak world.
Oh! She done right by me. I never lacked;
State-subsidised no-hoper that I was
And when I gaped my gob to mourn the fact
I had no dad she rammed a dummy in because
That's what you do innit to keep 'em happy?
And having roughly changed my dirty nappy
She'd light a fag.
And when I gaped my mind to grasp at life
She stopped the hole with all-embracing telly:
Idiots' lantern. So the joyful strife
Of reaching out and finding out the smelly,
Squeezy, heavy, stringy truth and lie
Of life defaulted and my inward eye
I learned to speak, at least, I learned to hear.
I learned 'Not now! ' and 'No! ' and 'Ain'tgottime! '
I learned 'I'll smack! ' and 'Naughty boy come here! '
But not a nursery- or other kind of rhyme.
I learned what made my mother desperate
And thus I found a thing I could create........... Destruction.
I learned that teachers quickly dropp you when
Your out-tellect can't quite get into gear
And leave you to your dreams and say again
'He's quite an unresponsive child I fear'
And fearing yet again to dropp a clanger
I clam and nurse my monumental anger
And plan revenge
I ego-bolster, act the tough, become
Street-wise, which means my mind's
A trash-can, overflowing with the sum
Of every other fucker's anodynes
The charivary of the dirty tricks
Required to make sure of my next fix
I know too well.
Yet there's a chick, or rather, there's a cow.
We've shared a trip or two and one dark night
We'll share a bed I reckon, only how
The hell do I contrive to get it right?
Just ask her if she'd like a bit of rough?
Who cares if I should get her up the duff?
Not my problem man!
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