I was thinking this morning (for reasons undisclosed I have a lot of time for thinking at present) about what role, if any, I serve in this strange digital space that we all share.
I have thus been forced to acknowledge that much of my time sailing upon the high seas of WordPress is in the search for hidden treasure to pilfer and deface. I am a poetry pirate. When the poetry of others comes into my view I tend to leap aboard before stealing all the good ideas and escorting the original owners off the gangplank and undertaking a shameless defacing of their vessel and then setting it adrift as an unrecognisable piece of wreckage.
There have been lots of victims. You know who you are.
Sorry about that.
My latest victim was Ivor, who you may know as a fellow countryman of mine and published poet of some renown (any brief investigation will reveal that I have not published a word myself, and am a multiple university dropout). I want to publicly thank Ivor for accepting the invasion in the spirit that it was intended.
Ivor was relating, via his poetry, his passing thoughts whilst lying in his hospital bed. Recalling all the wonderful drugs that they hand out freely in hospital as a source of inspiration, I immediately leapt into bed with Ivor and set about my work.
Here is what he had to say ….
And I decided to walk
To the south side of the moon
Taking my own spoon
I heard there’s a cheese-cake tasting
A sweet crumbly base
Topped with blueberries and cream
Life’s not about lying in bed
I’ll meet you for a kiss
Down by the old pool
…..and here is my response
Lying on the pillow
Feeling kind of evangelic
The drugs that they are feeding me
Must be sort of psychedelic
Eclipses out my window
Though that may just be the curtain
‘Cause the nature of the universe
Is suddenly uncertain
Got to hold onto my sanity
So they’ll let me out of here
So in moments of lucidity
I dream of you, my dear
In hope beyond futility
That we will reunite at last
As I revisit treasured moments
And go dredging through our past
Searching through the memories
Recalling special bits
Like the day you met me by the pool
And let me feel your tits
So you have all been warned. I take no prisoners.