Whisky on smoke
of the words between words
that the singer enjoys
Melly at Keele
Flooding yellow eyes pair on pair
across a landscape trapped in snow
looming pale as desert sand beneath the stars
Tapping sliding feet
Stilted legs stiffly urging muffled bodies
up slither-steps Reaching into warmth and light
Hurrying along between paintings and fruit
expensive and inedible
Not noticing Notice Boards
Leg propulsion rushes
towards the naked Icarus
His waxy feathered wings strapped carefully to arms
One heel raised above the boards before and aft
reading QUIET PLEASE CONCERT IN PROGRESS
Hands flourish cardboard as
sweeping left
the auditorium fills steadily with chatter
Coats on chairs
clutter spaces made for people
Lights fade and brighten on the stage
A double bass - taken by the neck - stands
where once it lay upon its side
Drums and cymbals occupied
Baby Grand Piano sparkles as its stool is taken
Trumpet chooses mutes and muffles
Filled with aging men - and one much younger -
the stage awaits its Star - its reason
Calling from wings to entertain
Dressed in stetson - ostentatious as it's dark
Bulky body swathed in council operative orange
the Star enters and entrances
29Jan1996 CPR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem