Manfred
Main thing
Herb’s a sacrament
For the imagination
That people have
So you gotta DO something with it
Third World sang
“now that we have love
What are we gonna do with it?”
& so
While I’m not nearly high enough
Just a few crumbs
We drank the kool-aid
& there was a frozen lake
& an elk family behind it
& I had never been to such a place
But yunno I’ve seen
A reproduction
Of the Monarch of the Glen
Twas down by the Glenside…
For they loved dear old Ireland
The Scots & the Irish
Cousins
Redheads
Never having written about redheads
I’m trying desperately to get young
But I’ve seen too much
Hurt too much
But in youth
Seeing things for the first time
I want to
& I am
They’re just more subtle now
Compared to a Western sunset
I’m on the turn of the Eastern sunset
As I face the beginning of my denouement
Things are weird all right
It’s just I know they’re weird
I’ve pretty much sussed em
It’s sad
The turning of life is sad
It’s too late to get innocent
It’s too late to be reborn
I’ve lived through too much scorn
& no longer believe in my fellow
Other than to make smalltalk
& fill up the silence
The spaces between breaths
Now this is no way for a poet to be
& so, like Manfred, I’ll take my leave
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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