Monday, June 27, 2011

Struts and Frets His Hour Upon the Stage -28/06/2011


I will no longer read

like a warning away from myself,
the repent of a sinking ship's captain
or a collection of shallow cuts
on white skin.

From now on
where ugliness of mine hides
where a beauty aching inside
sit in-ner tension
I will stand, and deliver
because there,
right there are some stories

for you.

When I walk up onto the stage
I have not come down from any mountains
there are far more questions
I want to ask you
than answers
I think I already have

for you

I'll show you smudges
where clumsy fingerprints blurr on the paper
where mistakes were made
where I lost lips my own mumbles.

I am not a revolution
a rosary bead for the bleeding of the world
nor am I feather weight
ugly duckling
not forgiveness
nor your next best
or worst
thing that ever happened

to you

I am here
because sometimes searching for intimacy
spits you out lonelier than island horizon
light and warmth all leaving
in the descent
of a fleeting sun's own stage direction

Though I am also here
because sometimes my body becomes nothing
but flex
of fire-on-fire in a fight on the finish
and flight takes this frame
so high
that the grace, of this wondrous view
defies that frame of reference
and all I can do is scream
to get at
just how good it feels.

On this stage
at this stage
I will take, and own
the mercurial-cum-melancholy
the deep jagged scars of history
the personal and political
to make my mark on this art, indelible

in a strut and fret head-long
hour upon
the stage

So until I'm heard from no more,

let's be friends
let's be lovers
let's be neighbours
sisters and brothers
let's be nice
let's be honest,
if we are angry alone or scared
let that be shared,
so that becomes scarce

for you, and I
not knowing answers
the who
why where what or
how to stop

Don't know...
what I'm doing
up here

I came here hoping to find out
came here to ask
to learn to listen
with questions these answers pursue
but most of all,
my friends
I came here
and keep coming back here

to see you.


I forget sometimes.



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