I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
......
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
......
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
......
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
......
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
......
There once was a fellow in slumber
Whose alarm clock caused quite a blunder
He snored on too long
And his day went all wrong
Now at lunch his eyes start to shudder
Playing in sunshine
is a twirling girl and cat
Meows and laughter
Romping away sweet moments
until the day is drowsing
In tall green grasses
pretty kitty's soon sleeping
in shadows of day
The orange sun's retreating
......
O, Sweet Sleep!
Unclutter my mind
Infected,
Infested with incoherent things,
Uncloud my heart
Drizzled,
Engulfed in deep slackness
Of irrelevant feelings..!
O, Sweet Sleep!
......
Tis' my mind wonders
Thou I shall ponder
Dusk till dawn
Gazing at a majestic swan
O' what thy should do
when will thy mind give me a clue
O' how I becon
Then thy mind shall threaten
......
9.39pm - bed
2.02am - wake
2.20am - check clock
2.25am - toilet
2.39am - check clock
2.40am - rollover
2.42am - rollbackover
2.45am - rollbackoveragain
2.47am - check phone
3.03am - kick cat off bed
......