Response To A Prompt My Lecturer Gave:
Matted and free flowing
hung loosely, at-ease,
from a patient chin.
Rule-lined and pressed
of a buzzing-restless-impatient blade.
A bright theme and variations on light,
of a bygone, by-going era
- yet, to be gone by again – in another time,
in another place
By another race of sunburnt hearts.
(For they so loved the world…)
Traditions of traditions:
of young men in blazers and dress-ties.
In 1969, thousands of Xhosa initiates
under the garb and comforting cover
of homogenous heavy blankets
made their way to ‘the mountain’,
the lighting way-up is truly incredible sometimes
– on clearer crisper days,
as they made their way up,
like any other year.
The Summer of Love found thousands marching
in uniform drips-and-drabs
wearing the coats Nature gave them
under the cover of stars
It rained a bit - stopped - rained some more
An exceptional year - 1969.
Pluralists preach pulpiteer in unison
(in) their knowledge of all that matters.
(Voices pretending to know everything)
wax on to the gathered
of nothing but love and the lack thereof.
(Voices pretending to know nothing)
of those loathsome-lovable
proprietors of sin. (To be disrobed:
rung-out and clean-pressed. On tuesday evenings
and sunday afternoon limbo, and other long dark
tea-times and come-downs of the soul.)
of saluting shiny buttons
and doubly-sewn weighty badges.
(In every on-going field of war and on every street corner
big brothers, anywhere and everywhere,
To be watched by us.)
three more rungs on the ladder
two more mouths to feed
one tennis-shoe-in-a-tumble-dryer heartbeat
one pair of open eyes at 3AM
one very constricting neck-tie
ten reasons to buy a new ’82 Pontiac and have an affair with an air-hostess.
one moderately-priced “sports car”
one world illuminating idea
fourteen oversized and drafty dress-shirts with virgin top-buttons
any number of meaningless numbers in a phonebook.
These self-defined and self-defining threads
–thirteen to one –
comfort and encase