POEM: "Not Now, Phoebe"

 Well now, how about those gods? Sure, they were very close and they loved jockeying for power. She was Apollo's sister, in charge of the mysteries he didn't quite get. Sometimes I wonder whether their temples were sanctuaries or traps. But, of course, the people always gave when they could.   

At the very top of it, there's an onsen            

With no fractures it looks upon the sea

To the other side are marvellous mountains

There are dark women not dressed in white

Long hair appealing to you safe and sound

Shakuhachi, squash courts for the lame

A bar with strange cups of noble coffee

There's Wheetbix and cocaine, success

And exotic drinks that even you won't try

And no-other-guests aren't even circling

It is of course the temple, the crystal palace

Which you've dreamt of in so many places 

Doctor said nowhere else could be prescribed

Though you should get out of the water more

And give the girls a rest from your perfections

Finally knowing that this can't go on forever

But a fall from there should be really slow.

©ROB SCHACKNE (2009)

 

01:25 - Sunday 8 March 2009 - post comment

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